I love the way Bunter has to smooth the crumpled one out with such care to read it really really properly. And the potential of that locked box in a locked drawer.

That description of Peter (hello clouds, hello sky) after meeting Harriet finally made me feel some sympathy for him. I've always just read it as insufferably arrogant (I did come to Strong Poison straight after Gaudy Night) and hoped he would fall under a bus.

I am refraining from commenting on ever upright in his lordship's service...