"Well now, as to the medical problem - the means. I must say that up to now that appears completely insoluble. I am baffled, Watson (said he, his hawk-like eyes gleaming angrily from under the half-closed lids). Even I am baffled. But not for long! (he cried, with a magnificent burst of self-confidence). My Honour (capital H) is concerned to track this Human Fiend (capitals) to its hidden source, and nail the whited sepulchre to the mast even though it crush me in the attempt! Loud applause. His chin sank broodingly upon his dressing-gown, and he breathed a few gutteral notes into the bass saxophone which was the cherished companion of his solitary hours in the bathroom."
Parker ostentatiously took up the book which he had laid aside on Wimsey's entrance.
"Tell me when you've finished," he said, caustically.
(from Unnatural Death, by Dorothy L. Sayers)
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