THE WODEHOUSE MURDER CASE probing questions, however, Tench tapped me gently on the shoulder. His look said it wasn’t for public proclamation, so I followed him to where Aunt Lettie stood, casting purification spells on the canapés. “Sir, Madam,” Tench said, “I thought that it might be wise to confirm the number
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of guests present—I’ve already counted the servants—before leaping to assumptions about the murderer being among us in the room.” He couldn’t quite resist a dramatic pause before continuing. “And?” Aunt Lettie said. “Who’s missing?” “Quite the opposite, Madam—we have one too