In the shadow of one of the Mansion's ruined walls sits a child. She's no more than two, a tiny dignified person like a bronze statuette, all golden-brown skin and brown-gold hair. Only her eyes are a startling grey; they give her an eerie, wise look ( Read more... )

Nobody knows quite how it started, but soon it's unmistakable. Once again the stalls and tables have begun to cluster on the lawn, some of them bedecked with streamers and decorations, all of them laden with interesting things. The chilly breeze blowing up toward the Mansion brings laughter with it, and lively voices, and scents of cinnamon spice ( Read more... )

Dear people in the Mansion,

I am investigating the case of Mma Melisande. If any person here knows anything about how she became late, I will be in my office. My agency is confidential, so you need not worry that I will tell anyone.

Mma Precious Ramotswe
No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency

If one is wandering down the hallways this evening, they may come upon a strange sight.

There, strewn on the ground in a fine, red velvet gown, Melisande is sprawled in an uncharacteristically undignified pose, her lips slightly parted and her face pale with death. But  One hand is thrown wide. But the truly horrifying thing about her new corpse is ( Read more... )

The tiny white van pulls up to the mansion, and a cheerful, traditionally built lady gets out with some difficulty and walks up to the door. She rings the doorbell.

Typist: Introducing Mma Precious Ramotswe of the No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency.