It was Colonel Mustard. In the library with the candlestick.

Great legs too. There's a cast photo is the NYT with Michelle Dockery seated on the floor with her legs stretched out to the side—they extend half the length of the drawing room.

True that.

It took Atticus to suggest the obvious and look for Edith at her publishing company. How's that for using his Yiddishe kop*! Conversely, it seem generations of in-breeding has made the Grantham gentry somewhat dimwitted.

Poor Isis indeed. Couldn't she be spared and Mary killed off—some long-dormant illness she picked up from Mr. Pamuk years ago. That would bring things full circle, and think how fulfilling it would be.

Hoping they'll spare Isis and murder off Mary.