Harry Expects A Murder

After gaining fanfare by cracking a sensational murder case, Harry Bittercress, a former army MP, sees his private eye career take off. "Good cases are finally coming my way!" he exclaimed. Harry is ably assisted by Cardamine, his Oxford-educated wife whose odd mixture of British-Jamaican ancestry and vocation in mystic reading and advising make her an ideal, if unorthodox, partner - whether Harry's pride can handle it or not.Such masculine insecurity is perhaps excusable given the year: 1953. Back then, a wife was typically an aproned homemaker. But Harry's wife? She does all that but so much more, poring over literature, philosophy, mathematics, and social and physical science journals. "My better half is as cute as a button and as sharp as a tack¿ a real dime piece!" you may overhear Harry enthuse at Papa Max's, the watering hole below his third-floor walk-up office in downtown Charlottesville, Virginia. "It's umm, adequate," Cardamine spoke kindly of his modest workspace.Harry'll need her assistance (and that of others) when a new, oddball case comes in over the transom: solving a murder that hasn't happened yet! His client calmly states, "Someone's going to kill me. Afterwards, I want you to catch him."