“It really was very awkward – after all, as the local vicar I have many obligations to fulfil and my time is precious.  But there was no doubt about it.  The Colonel was dead.  There, as large as life – or should I say death – lying sprawled across a desk in a horridly unnatural position.  I pulled myself together and went over to him.  The cold hand that I raised fell back, lifeless.  You see, the real trouble was that only a few hours earlier I’d said: ‘Anyone who murdered Colonel Prothero would be doing the world at large a service.’ And someone had – in MY study!”