liberally among the foods.
"That's a double-edged sword," he observed. "You'll fall on it!"
"Bilge. The victim mustn't choose his demise."
"Yes, but no violence. I wish a serene face for the coroner."
"Vanity. Dear Josh, your face will twist like a corkscrew with one heaping teaspoon of Black Leaf Forty in your midnight cocoa!"
"I," he shot back, "know a recipe that will break you out in a thousand lumps before expiring"
She quieted. "Why, Josh, I wouldn't dream of using Black Leaf Forty."
He bowed. "I wouldn't dream of using the thousand-lump recipe."
"Shake," she said.
Their assassins game continued. He bought huge rattraps to hide in the halls. "You run barefoot so: small wounds, large infections!"
She in turn stuck the sofas full of antimacassar pins. Wherever he laid a hand it drew blood. "Ow! Damn!" He sucked his fingers. "Are these Amazon Indian blowgun darts?"
"No. Just plain old rusty lockjaw needles."
"Oh," he said.
Though he was aging fast, Joshua Enderby dearly loved to drive. You could see him motoring with feeble wildness up and down the hills of Beverly, mouth gaped, eyes blinking palely.
One afternoon he phoned from Malibu. "Missy? My God, I almost dove from a cliff. My right front wheel flew off on a straightaway!"
"I planned it for a curve!"
"Sorry."
"Got the idea from Action News. Loosen car's wheel lugs:
tomato surprise."
"Never mind about careless old me," he said. "What's new with you?"
"Rug slipped on the hall stairs. Maid fell on her prat."
"Poor Lila."
"I send her everywhere ahead now. She bucketed down like a laundry bag. Lucky she's all fat."
"We'll kill that one between us if we're not careful."
"Do you think? Oh, I do like Lila so."
"Lay Lila off for a spell. Hire someone new. If we catch them in our crossfire, won't be so sad. Hate to think of Lila smashed under a chandelier or-"
"Chandelier!" Missy shrieked. "You been fiddling with my grandma's Fountainbleu Palace crystal hangings? Listen here, mister. You're not to touch that chandelier!"
"Promise," he muttered.
"Good grief! Those lovely crystals! If they fell and missed me, I'd hop on one leg to cane you to death, then wake you up and cane you again!"
Slam went the phone.
Joshua Enderby stepped in from the balcony at supper that night. He'd been smoking. He looked at the table. "Where's your strawberry crumpet?"
"I wasn't hungry. I gave it to the new maid."
"Idiot!"
She glared. "Don't tell me you poisoned that crumpet, you old S.O.B.?"
There was a crash from the kitchen.
Joshua went to look and returned. "She's not new any-more," he said.
They stashed the new maid in an attic trunk. No one telephoned to ask for her.
"Disappointing," observed Missy on the seventh day. "I felt certain there'd be a tall, cold man with a notebook and another with a camera and flashbulbs flashing. Poor girl was lonelier than we guessed."
Cocktail parties streamed wildly through the house. It was Missy's idea. "So we can pick each other off in a forest of obstacles; moving targets!"
Mr. Gowry, gamely returning to the house, limping after his tumble of some weeks before, joked, laughed, and didn't quite blow his ear off with one of the dueling pistols. Everyone roared but the party broke up early. Gowry vowed never to return.
Then there was a Miss Kummer, who, staying overnight, borrowed Joshua's electric razor and was almost but not quite electrocuted. She left the house rubbing her right underarm. Joshua promptly grew a beard.
Soon after, a Mr. Schlagel vanished. So did a Mr. Smith. The last seen of these unfortunates was at a Saturday night soiree at the Enderbys' mansion.
"Hide-and-seek?" Friends slapped Joshua's back jovially.
"How do you do it? Kill 'em with toadstools, plant 'em like mushrooms?"
"Grand joke, yes!" chortled Joshua. "No, no, ha, not toadstools, but one got locked in our stand-up fridge. Overnight Eskimo Pie. The other tripped on a croquet hoop.
"That's a double-edged sword," he observed. "You'll fall on it!"
"Bilge. The victim mustn't choose his demise."
"Yes, but no violence. I wish a serene face for the coroner."
"Vanity. Dear Josh, your face will twist like a corkscrew with one heaping teaspoon of Black Leaf Forty in your midnight cocoa!"
"I," he shot back, "know a recipe that will break you out in a thousand lumps before expiring"
She quieted. "Why, Josh, I wouldn't dream of using Black Leaf Forty."
He bowed. "I wouldn't dream of using the thousand-lump recipe."
"Shake," she said.
Their assassins game continued. He bought huge rattraps to hide in the halls. "You run barefoot so: small wounds, large infections!"
She in turn stuck the sofas full of antimacassar pins. Wherever he laid a hand it drew blood. "Ow! Damn!" He sucked his fingers. "Are these Amazon Indian blowgun darts?"
"No. Just plain old rusty lockjaw needles."
"Oh," he said.
Though he was aging fast, Joshua Enderby dearly loved to drive. You could see him motoring with feeble wildness up and down the hills of Beverly, mouth gaped, eyes blinking palely.
One afternoon he phoned from Malibu. "Missy? My God, I almost dove from a cliff. My right front wheel flew off on a straightaway!"
"I planned it for a curve!"
"Sorry."
"Got the idea from Action News. Loosen car's wheel lugs:
tomato surprise."
"Never mind about careless old me," he said. "What's new with you?"
"Rug slipped on the hall stairs. Maid fell on her prat."
"Poor Lila."
"I send her everywhere ahead now. She bucketed down like a laundry bag. Lucky she's all fat."
"We'll kill that one between us if we're not careful."
"Do you think? Oh, I do like Lila so."
"Lay Lila off for a spell. Hire someone new. If we catch them in our crossfire, won't be so sad. Hate to think of Lila smashed under a chandelier or-"
"Chandelier!" Missy shrieked. "You been fiddling with my grandma's Fountainbleu Palace crystal hangings? Listen here, mister. You're not to touch that chandelier!"
"Promise," he muttered.
"Good grief! Those lovely crystals! If they fell and missed me, I'd hop on one leg to cane you to death, then wake you up and cane you again!"
Slam went the phone.
Joshua Enderby stepped in from the balcony at supper that night. He'd been smoking. He looked at the table. "Where's your strawberry crumpet?"
"I wasn't hungry. I gave it to the new maid."
"Idiot!"
She glared. "Don't tell me you poisoned that crumpet, you old S.O.B.?"
There was a crash from the kitchen.
Joshua went to look and returned. "She's not new any-more," he said.
They stashed the new maid in an attic trunk. No one telephoned to ask for her.
"Disappointing," observed Missy on the seventh day. "I felt certain there'd be a tall, cold man with a notebook and another with a camera and flashbulbs flashing. Poor girl was lonelier than we guessed."
Cocktail parties streamed wildly through the house. It was Missy's idea. "So we can pick each other off in a forest of obstacles; moving targets!"
Mr. Gowry, gamely returning to the house, limping after his tumble of some weeks before, joked, laughed, and didn't quite blow his ear off with one of the dueling pistols. Everyone roared but the party broke up early. Gowry vowed never to return.
Then there was a Miss Kummer, who, staying overnight, borrowed Joshua's electric razor and was almost but not quite electrocuted. She left the house rubbing her right underarm. Joshua promptly grew a beard.
Soon after, a Mr. Schlagel vanished. So did a Mr. Smith. The last seen of these unfortunates was at a Saturday night soiree at the Enderbys' mansion.
"Hide-and-seek?" Friends slapped Joshua's back jovially.
"How do you do it? Kill 'em with toadstools, plant 'em like mushrooms?"
"Grand joke, yes!" chortled Joshua. "No, no, ha, not toadstools, but one got locked in our stand-up fridge. Overnight Eskimo Pie. The other tripped on a croquet hoop.
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