quote of the morning

[jenk]

Lord Peter Wimsey, Charles Parker, and Bunter are driving in an open car in a part of the country they haven't been while the road signs are being repainted...

"It's starting to rain," observed Parker, conversationally.

"Look here, Charles, if you're going to bear up cheerfully and be the life and soul of the expedition, say so and have done with it. I've got a good, heavy spanner handy under the seat, and Bunter can help to bury the body."

"I think this must be Brushwood Cross," resumed Parker, who had the map on his knee. "If so, and if it's not Covert Corner, which I thought we passed half an hour ago, one of those roads leads directly to Crofton."

"That would be highly encouraging if we only knew which road we were on."

"We can always try them in turn, and come back if we find we're going wrong."

"They bury suicides at crossroads," replied Wimsey, dangerously.

Suicide-by-cop, suicide-by-Wimsey ... did they have suicide-by-cop in the 1920s?

(Quote is from Unnatural Death aka The Dawson Pedigree, chapter 11, by Dorothy L. Sayers.)