Now, the sun's gone to hell/ And the moon's riding high.

Finished The Murder Room 30,000 feet above the Madras-Bangalore flight path (make that 20,000: it was an ATR, and I'm not very good with numbers).

Lessons learned:

1. Love James. For being -- like Wodehouse -- a writer first, and a master of the genre in which she writes later.

2. When will I ever stop trying to outguess a murder mystery?