There, among the cacti, was certainly the clear mark of some oblong object, with corners, that had been stood out of sight on the earth behind the pots.
"It´s a good thing Gerald´s gardener ain´t one of those conscientious blighters that can´t even let a cactus alone for the winter," said Lord Peter, "or he´d´ve tenderly lifted these little drooping heads - oh! damn and blast the beastly plant for a crimson porcupine! You measure it."
Parker measured it.
Wimsey´s struggle with a cactus made me smile. I´m already liking this book a lot.
Lord Peter and detective Parker have a look at the crime scene. They haven´t a lot to work with, though, since the local police didn´t care too much in keeping the evidence in a prestine condition. Amateur forensic expert Lord Peter Wimsey must be annoyed by this.