“Christ, I feel like a naughty schoolboy again,” said Alec as they walked into King’s Bench Walk. “We have just had a dressing-down by the headmaster. Strider could easily be a man handy with a cane.” “That man Strider is a crook,” said Bing-Wallace. “His utterances are like the product of a performance of Joseph Pujol … Le Pétomane!” “Who is Joseph Pujol?” “He is a well-known French flatulist performer.” “What?” Alec stopped dead, “A fartist, dear boy, a performer of farts.” Bing-Wallace began to giggle, as did Alec.” AtmosphericForbidden RomanceWhodunitHistorical DramaIntense DialogueLogical DeductionsComplex FriendshipsPassionate EncountersPost War HealingUncovering Lies Book:The Wasp Trap Source: The Wasp Trap