This idea of trying to solve the murders in the tower from an inspector's pow is pure genius.
'...Had them smothered.'
'Smothered?' said Grant, interested. 'I didn't know that.'
'Smothered with pillows.' She banged his own pillows with a fragile vigorous fist, and replaced them with speed and precision.
'Why smothering? Why not poison?' Grant inquired.
'Don't ask me. I didn't arrange it.'
— Jan 13, 2016 11:16AM
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