There was another murder last night. Everybody’s talking about it.
Despite all the arguments they always had, I know poor old Lindsay Wade next door will miss his friend. He must feel awful after having that silly fight with him the other day. Such a shame they won’t have a chance to mend the fences between them.
Yes, there’s my neighbour now, still digging hard in the garden. He’s obviously taking it bad.
“Whoo-hoo! Mr Wade!â€
He doesn’t seem very happy with me saying hello. He’s coming over. Why is he holding the shovel in the air like that?
London 1679. "Tis a plot, Madam, of the...