It is the perfect crime. We know it couldn’t be an accident and we all have good reasons for suspecting foul play, but in the absence of a credible motive we are struggling to find the culprit. And I have eaten all my evidence, anyway, when I polished off the rest of my main course.
“It definitely said a side order of spinach,” says Les, my table neighbour at After Dark’s Agatha Christie Interactive Murder Mystery, as he comes back from the bar with another pint and glumly contemplates his plate: pavé of beef, sliver of potato, and a tiny green smear that might just have once belonged to a leaf of spinach but undoubtedly does not fall into the category of “side order”.
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