Unnatural Death

by Dorothy L. Sayers

I think one can work so much better when one doesn’t feel cribbed, cabined and confined, as Hamlet says.

In fact, it appears she refused to cook the lunch for the poor black man—(after all, even blacks are God’s creatures and we might all be black OURSELVES if He had not in His infinite kindness seen fit to favour us with white skins!!)—and walked straight out of the house!!! So that unfortunately she cannot tell us anything further about this remarkable incident! She is certain, however, that the “nigger” had a visiting-card, with the name “Rev. H. Dawson” upon

Was it Voltaire who said that the English had three hundred and sixty-five religions and only one sauce?”

Where strangers are friendly and friends are casual. London, whose rather untidy and grubby bosom is the repository of so many odd secrets. Discreet, incurious and all-enfolding London.