Not my favorite Miss Silver. The main character, Lisle Jerningham, has all of the personality and vitality of an overcooked noodle and Miss Silver hardly enters the story at all.
I do love the way that Miss Silver apparently governessed for every member of British law enforcement.
In the Balance was better than Grey Mask, but I preferred Lonesome Road, and this one recycled many of the same plot points. It was not good to be a young woman in control over a large fortune in Miss Silver's world.
The moral to the story: don't make a will. Or make a will leaving your entire fortune to the local pet rescue, so your family has an incentive to keep you alive.
Task 2: This year is the 70th anniversary of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights. Find 3 books on your shelves with protagonists or other key characters who are -- or can reasonably be assumed to be -- 70 years or older.
The 3 books I found on my shelves that weren't Agatha Christie books (which is what I get for lagging behind on my tasks) that had characters over the age of 70 are purely speculative. None of their ages could be verified for certain. All are referred to as "senior".
Miss Maude Silver in the Patricia Wentworth series is a retired governess.
Vida Winter is a reclusive famous author who is at the end of her life and dictating her authorised biography in The Thirteenth Tale
Madame Karitska is an older clairvoyant in Dorothy Gilman's lesser known, and shorter, mystery series.
Task 3: The symbol of Human Rights Day is the dove, which in its incarnation as a homing pigeon is also renowned for its navigational skills. – Tell us: Did you ever get so thoroughly lost (either in the days before GPS or because GPS, for whatever reason, was of no use to you) that you wished you had a homing pigeon to guide you?
I've only been lost on the road one time that I can recall, when I worked at a job that required a lot of travel (pre map app days). I arrived in Washington D.C. at Reagan National Airport and had to drive to Silver Springs, Maryland, which is roughly on the opposite side of D.C. from the airport. No matter what I did, what route I took, I ended up in front of the Smithsonian Natural History museum. Every. Time. Now, that's my favorite museum in D.C., but I was tired, and I just needed to check into the hotel - but it was as if that museum was a giant magnet that kept pulling my car back. At one point I pulled over, (in front of the museum of course), called my boss nearly in tears of pure frustration, and told him I was never going to make it onto the project because I couldn't get away from the damn museum. Eventually, I made it through, but it was the most frustrating driving experience I can remember.
On another project for the same company, in Montreal, a co-worker and I spent the weekend walking the city, and at one point explored the beautiful Notre-Dame-de-Neiges Cemetery - Canada's largest cemetery and the 3rd largest in North America (over 1 million occupants). We got lost in it. Totally, utterly, lost. For a couple of hours, we could not find our way out; it started out hilarious and became a tiny bit worrying. Apparently, we're not the only ones; the cemetery now offers a computerised mapping service.