“Is life extinct, Doctor?” I asked. I had heard the phrase on a wireless program about Philip Odell, the private eye, and thought it sounded much more professional than “Is she dead?”
I knew that she was, of course, but I liked to have my own observations confirmed by a professional.
“Yes,” Dr. Darby said, “she’s dead.”
(from I am half-sick of shadows by Alan Bradley)
Enjoying some Flavia de Luce on this Tuesday evening.