In which a crime is solved – and then unsolved again thanks to a piece of mouse fluff.
Three dead bodies, a locked room and a piece of mouse fluff – all in a day’s work for Dirtection Inc.
In which the Secret Service gets to grips with bonkers boffins and hallucinogenic horseflies.
In which a bit of fluff yields up its terrible secret!
Ethel works in Admin. I generally see her at 11 o’clock in the morning and half-past three in the afternoon. We meet by the drinks machine in the foyer of Building C. The machine dispenses a tasteless brown liquid
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