The Vanishing Violin (2010)
“C’est fantastique!
It’s my fault, really.
I made the tragic mistake of falling asleep without turning my phone off, and sure enough: Brrring! Brrring! It is precisely six o’clock in the morning.
“Mmmffff. What?”
“I got another one,” she says.
“Rruummpphh. Another what?”
“Number six of the orphan puns. After I finished Great Expectations, I started reading Bleak House—back when we were still trying to find the ring. And remember that clue we had with all the names? Esther Summerson and Mr. Guppy...? Sophie, wake up! I can hear you snoring.”
“I do not snore.”
“Like a buzz saw. So I’m looking at this new clue, ‘One fewer than nine filled French pastries.’ Obviously, it’s eight something, right? But eight what? What is a French pastry with filling? An éclair! Eight éclairs.” She tries again, a little louder, as if lack of volume is the problem. “Eight éclairs.”
I sit up in bed, trying to get my eyes to focus. “Eight éclairs. Right. Wait a minute.MoreLess
It’s my fault, really.
I made the tragic mistake of falling asleep without turning my phone off, and sure enough: Brrring! Brrring! It is precisely six o’clock in the morning.
“Mmmffff. What?”
“I got another one,” she says.
“Rruummpphh. Another what?”
“Number six of the orphan puns. After I finished Great Expectations, I started reading Bleak House—back when we were still trying to find the ring. And remember that clue we had with all the names? Esther Summerson and Mr. Guppy...? Sophie, wake up! I can hear you snoring.”
“I do not snore.”
“Like a buzz saw. So I’m looking at this new clue, ‘One fewer than nine filled French pastries.’ Obviously, it’s eight something, right? But eight what? What is a French pastry with filling? An éclair! Eight éclairs.” She tries again, a little louder, as if lack of volume is the problem. “Eight éclairs.”
I sit up in bed, trying to get my eyes to focus. “Eight éclairs. Right. Wait a minute.MoreLess
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