Status Updates From Strong Poison (Lord Peter W...

“In a single moment of illumination, Miss Climpson saw her plan complete and perfect in every detail. It involved a course of deception from which her conscience shrank appalled, but it was certain. She wrestled with demon…She breathed what she thought was a prayer for guidance, but the only answer was a small whisper in her ear, “Oh, jolly good work, Miss Climpson!” and the voice was the voice of Peter Wimsey.”

“ WIMSEY WAS ACCUSTOMED TO say, when he was an old man and more talkative even than usual, that the recollection of that Christmas at Duke’s Denver had haunted him in nightmares, every night regularly, for the following twenty years.”

“ “If anybody ever marries you, it will be for the pleasure of hearing you talk piffle,” said Harriet, severely. “A humiliating reason, but better than no reason at all.” “I used to piffle rather well myself,” said Harriet, with tears in her eyes, “but it’s got knocked out of me. You know—I was really meant to be a cheerful person—all this gloom and suspicion isn’t the real me. But I’ve lost my nerve, somehow.””

“ Nothing goes so well with a hot fire and buttered crumpets as a wet day without and a good dose of comfortable horrors within. The heavier the lashing of the rain and the ghastlier the details, the better the flavour seems to be.”

“It was a very small room, dimly lit by a single electric bulb…and it was packed to suffocation with people, whose silk legs, bare arms and pallid faces loomed at him like glow-worms out of the obscurity.” Oh, what Lord Peter puts up with for love!

Thank you to the person who returned this early to Libby so I can feel extra productive amidst Christmas baking + cleaning xx