The sordid workaday world

[nineveh_uk]

Life and limb undamaged I return, with the final (and only) chapter of "Murder in the Snows" to write, in which Inspector Pjoerot solves the hideous murder of Erik the Skidoo Man, who was brutally slaughtered by means of an icicle in the jugular. One minute I had an innocent, happy tour group, the next I had corrupted them into devising classic murder mysteries with themselves as protagonists as we sat in the snow eating pate sandwiches and pickled herring (bags not I the latter).

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[tree_and_leaf]

An icicle is a fantastic murder weapon. Even better than that Roald Dahl story where the much put upon housewife snaps, kills her husband with a leg of frozen lamb - and then disposes of it by cooking it, and persuading the detectives to eat it as, while she couldn't bear to eat anything, she also can't bear to think of good food being wasted. ("Why, anything could have made a wound like that. The weapon could be right under our noses!")