"Do you mind having your brains picked at nine o'clock in the morning?"
"What do you want with other people's brains, I should like to know," she said. Her eyes, screwed in between swags of flesh, glittered at him.
Alleyn embarked on a careful tarradiddle. "We begin to wonder," he said, "If Carterette's murderer may have been lying doggo in the vicinity for some time before the assault."
(from Scales of Justice, by Dame Ngaio Marsh)
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