Of course, it might just have something to do
with the dead body in the library,
although that theory's suspect. If we knew
who'd drawn the curtains, then we'd all agree
the case would be much simpler. In the grate
lie ashes of a fire that burned last night
(But why a fire, in summer?) It's too late;
the bird has flown. Let's go. Our schedule's tight.
The minister is waiting in the car:
he won't be pleased. We'll send someone along
to tidy up, and say "They won't get far"
- that sort of platitude. Don't get me wrong,
I'm curious as you are, but there's only so
much one can do, and progress is so slow.