The Case of the Missing Marmalade (A seemingly mundane mystery with a hint of the absurd) Detective Inspector Thomas Bellweather, a man whose tweed jacket was as worn as his patience, surveyed the scene. Mrs. Higgins, a stout woman with a perpetually flustered expression, wrung her hands. “It’s gone, Inspector! Vanished! My prized marmalade!” Bellweather sighed. It was Monday morning, and he’d expected a quiet start. “Mrs. Higgins,” he said, his voice a low rumble, “explain again, slowly, please...