I was kidding. Butter or no butter, it matters not. Nor does it matter how - in this hypothetical scenario - Mrs. Wilde applies the spread of her choice onto the toast. I merely marvelled at the somewhat unusual phobia that Marsh dreamt up here.
It is amusing. Considering she's at a house party, would she react to seeing other house guests at meal times using knives? Of all the things that Marsh had not thought through in this book, this one somehow irked me most....even more so than the utterly ridiculous main revelation.
That, too. But it only adds to the ridiculousness, because the police never checked whether the statement was true....and this was kind of very important to the plot. So, if the police / lead investigator takes the husbands word for it, I as a reader will just have more questions.
It was all really ridiculous. And all of the characters were quite exaggerated, so it was not easy to tell whether they meant what they said.
Although personally I do not butter toast.
It was all really ridiculous. And all of the characters were quite exaggerated, so it was not easy to tell whether they meant what they said.