If I Had A Nickel For Every Time Harriet Vane Had To Awkwardly Comfort A Heartbroken Middle-aged Woman

if I had a nickel for every time Harriet Vane had to awkwardly comfort a heartbroken middle-aged woman who was sobbing on her shoulder over much younger man, while trying to soothingly fix said woman's makeup, while also trying to hide how Deeply Uncomfortable she (Harriet) is, I would have two nickels.

Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.

Why I love Dorothy L. Sayers

me as a tween: oohhh wizard Howl

*eight years later*

me: AAHHH Sir Percy Blakeney!!!!

*eight years later*

me: LORD. PETER. WIMSEY.

....

me: ...guys i think i have a Type

August, 1943. As the war rages on, Peter Wimsey wants nothing more than to spend a few quiet days with his family at Talboys. His plans are foiled by a call from Parker, with news of a triple murder that has the police completely stumped. Initially reluctant to involve himself, Peter finds himself drawn in as he learns the peculiar facts of the case. A man and his parents, found dead in their home: no signs of injury, no signs of a struggle, and no suspects, except one.

The gardener, Frank.

The coincidence is enough to convince Peter to examine the case, and his conviction that Frank is innocent makes him determined to find the true killer. But the more he looks into this case, the stranger the riddle grows. And the mystery takes another turn when he meets a tall, auburn-haired man with eccentric clothes and half-moon spectacles, who seems to know more than he lets on...

Meanwhile, at Talboys, Harriet writes to Peter with news that she can hardly believe, let alone put to paper. There must, she thinks, be some reasonable explanation for what five-year-old Roger just did.

But she can't escape the fact that it did look suspiciously like... magic.

(You talk like that too it is catching)