From my current crime WIP (a Roaring Twenties Shipboard Mystery) -
THE MERRY WIDOW MURDER
Tony was pacing now. “You can’t … Lucy, don’t tell me you’re thinking to hide a dead man in your cabin.”
“Nonsense, darling,” I said. “How long could that last? It wouldn’t be sanitary.” I took a deep breath. “Actually, I was thinking of the deep blue sea.”
My so-called maid Elf nodded. “Seems the thing.”
“At this point, we must think of Harry and what he would like,” I said. “A romantic burial at sea? Or being torn apart while all exposed on a cold slate coroner’s table?”
Elf shivered. “Bloody butchers.”
“Harry?” said Tony. He was a sentence or two behind.
“Well, Tom, Dick or Harry. He didn’t look like a Tom to me,” I said.
“Might be a dick,” said Elf.
“We don’t know that,” I scolded.