I would even go so far as to say that Sayers sometimes does her best to construct a tale that has the same Christiesque emphasis on the fantastically ingenious crime and the game between reader and detective.

But in a personal sense, having these letters treated as murderabilia is appalling to us.

You have probably never seen anything like this before, Mr. Toler. It is baleen, or if you prefer it, whalebone, taken from the mouth of the bowhead whale. It is used by the whale to filter its food.

Then one day he disappeared and when Luke called apprehensively at his apartment the old amah told him that ‘Whisky Papa runrun London fastee.’