Last night I became a suspect in a murder. Sir Roger Watersdown, my employer, was murdered in his own home after inviting 8 acquaintances to be his weekend guests at the Watersdown Mansion in Yorkshire, England. It was 1936 and each of us had a motive... and a secret.
I won't say which suspect was found guilty, but I will say we all agreed to a toast for our friend Rob who just returned home from being out to sea. Welcome Home Rob!