After an evening of darts and vintage brandy, a distinguished, although amorous, barrister succumbs to rigor mortis in a cozy pub. Every witness swears that the freak accident was caused by a dart that punctured the victim's finger. But to Inspector Roderick Alleyn, the "accident" is really a clever case of murder and everyone in the bar has a motive! Written by
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Chief Inspector Alleyn
Time to look under a few stones to see what's underneath.
I thought it was time for lunch.
The Very Thought of You
Music and Lyrics by Ray Noble See more