She knew what she would do. The idea had come to her while she was puttering around in her garden. All those chemicals in the garden shed. She had done a little business with the same firm that handled the disposition of the Carrington estate, old Creighton was getting a bit past it now (aren't we all) but he could still write up a passable contract. She still had his firm's business card somewhere in her desk, attached to some sort of note saying "pleasure doing business with you," he had given them out for years. The note had been attached to a small bouquet of flowers, as she recalled. She had better attach it to a bottle of wine.
Mrs. Chubb liked wine.
Gentle Reader, I hope you enjoyed this mystery.
Brenda Pfannenstiel, Clinical Medical Librarian
Oct. 31, 1997