As she passed through the midnight kitchen she paused, took one of the big black flatirons from the hob by the fire, and attached it to a length of clothesline.
She picked up a tray to add some weight to the alibi, stepped towards the food table, turned to look back at the hunched figure as out of place as a lost sheep, and walked into someone as solid as a tree.
OK, here we go. I really hope you don't figure it out at once, because it was in the middle of my book-pile and it took a lot of effort to get it, and it'll take a lot more to put it back
It was almost impossible to know what he was thinking about, and no one ever asked.
