Jessica Fletcher, the widowed detective of Murder She Wrote (1984-1996), extended the Mary Worth tradition of kindly meddling to the criminal scene.

With that he took off his great-coat, and having run his fingers through his hair, thrust one hand gently in the bosom of his waistcoat

In the end, nothing that dramatic happened, but after our night together, everything became imbued with what I now see as a certain fatedness.

I was slaving all day over a hot stove.