Tag Archives: mystery

I found an empty spray paint can in the trash bin this morning. No sign of the paintee, but I spied some tiny metallic footprints on the stairs towards the Laboratory. Off to find the painter…

The gathering storm has gathered and is blowing in Brooklyn. The shutters are clapping against the house and the eaves are creaking. The Lillywack got loose into the garden, though I’m surprised she made it down all the stairs on her own. Seems suspicious. I fear my premonition about oncoming wickedness is coming true. The creatures are all agitated, and I can’t shake the feeling that it’s not because of the weather.

You should know that the Kurundu Bird’s song mimics falling rain. Perfect for reading in an enormous wing back chair.

Tonight, it’s Margery Allingham’s The Case of the Late Pig.

Tomorrow, undoubtedly, it will be a compendium of poisonous plants.