Three Sisters Flew Home

"You must admit I make a good murderer. Nobody thinks of me."

Not every woman can collect her dethroned lovers and their wives into one room, but then Claribel was not 'every woman'. Things happened at her parties and so one swallowed the latest baits and joined all the other poor fish. But having given her party, having collected her bevy of expectant friends, having displayed her three mysterious lovelies, it was painfully bad tactics to make them play a murder game. All sorts of curious ...