Meg felt a boatload of satisfaction when she heard Rossi choke on his Coke.
“WHY AM I BARGING INTO the master bedroom an hour after supper now?” the man playing Watson Holmes asked. “I thought I was supposed to be rifling through the bast—er, the Lord of the Manor’s desk then.”
Meg jumped in before Matt could explain in lurid detail. “You’re confronting him in a murderous rage. You’re furious that he’s just informed your wife that she either sells him her pipe and violin empire, or he’d see her go up in smoke, so to speak. But what you come upon is a little more interesting. You’re going to share what you discover with your wife, but she’s never been known to keep a secret, and will soon inform all of the other guests.”
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