The Lovely Suspect A Grisly Piece of Work That morning, Beulah bought the weapon. Before supper, she had spit out her hatred for the victim in poisonous - and public - words. And at the party, she was the last to see him alive. They found him slumped in a chair - his handsome head lolling forward on his well-cut dinner jacket - his florid face hideously distorted. Ahorrible death, observed the Inspector. But very simple for a young lady like Beulah to arrange...
