CHAPTER VII

Lord Peter Wimsey almost bounced into Holloway Prison next morning. Harriet Vane greeted him with a kind of rueful smile. "So you've reappeared?" "Good lord, yes! Surely you expected me to. I fancied I'd left that impression. I say--I've thought of a good plot for a detective story." "Really?" "Top-hole. You know, the sort people bring out and say, 'I've often thought of doing it myself, if I could only find time to sit down and write it.' I gather that sitting down is all that is necessary for producing masterpiec…