Cover painting by Tom Adams
Sergeant Hay looked up at Inspector Neele from the bottom of the stairs. He was panting.
"Sir," he said urgently. "We've founf her!"
"Gladys, sir, the maid. Strangles she was, with a stocking around her throat - been dead for hours, I'd say. And, sir, it's a wicked kind of joke - there was a clothes peg clipped on her nose..."