Are
the British the most murderous nation on Earth? Weekends we resolve week’s
problems watching stylised dispatch. Or the world’s best detectives? Rebus
clicks, Barnaby busts, Marple micro-manages, Taggart targets, Morse decodes,
Foyle foils. Or the world’s greatest admirers? Amazed but perplexed by serial
circumstances where everyone but the detective and vicar have motives, we like
the vicar but admire the detective who proves that the poisoned body found in
the mill stream was caused not by the sultry lover or the intolerable woman at
the manor, nor her nurse June neither, but the innocuous pharmacist in the High
Street.
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