"I observe in today's paper," said Mr. Murbles, "that the local superintendent is now satisfied that Miss Gotobed came down alone for a quiet picnic and died of a heart attack."
"That man would say anything," said Wimsey. "We know from the post-mortem that she had recently had a heavy meal - forgive these distressin' details, Mrs. Cropper - so why the picnic?"
"I suppose they had the sandwiches and the beer-bottle in mind," said Mr. Murbles, mildly.
"I see. I suppose she went down to Epping alone with a bottle of Bass and took out the cork with her fingers. Ever tried doing it, Murbles? No? Well, when they find the corkscrew I'll believe she went there alone. In the meantime, I hope the papers will publish a few more theories like that. Nothin' like inspiring criminals with confidence, Murbles - it goes to their heads, you know."
(from Unnatural Death, by Dorothy L. Sayers)
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