The Big Over Easy: A Nursery Crime

The Big Over Easy: A Nursery Crime

Jasper Fforde

Language: English

Pages: 383

ISBN: 0143037234

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Jasper Fforde's bestselling Thursday Next series has delighted readers of every genre with its literary derring-do and brilliant flights of fancy. In The Big Over Easy, Fforde takes a break from classic literature and tumbles into the seedy underbelly of nursery crime. Meet Inspector Jack Spratt, family man and head of the Nursery Crime Division. He's investigating the murder of ovoid D-class nursery celebrity Humpty Dumpty, found shattered to death beneath a wall in a shabby area of town. Yes, the big egg is down, and all those brittle pieces sitting in the morgue point to foul play.
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As he was watching his feet, his head struck the roof of the entrance hall. The staircase went nowhere, the upstairs hall merely a trompe l’oeil that had been painted on the ceiling. Jack retraced his steps back to the front door. He walked off to the right, leaving the entrance hall, and opened a door at random into what seemed to be a drawing room. It was well furnished and lit by electric light, as the shutters were closed. At the far end of the room was another door, so Jack closed the one

officer can apply, Friedland.” “No need to get defensive, old boy.” “I’m not getting defensive.” “What will be your figurehead case? Finding sheep for Bo-peep? A failed conviction of three pigs?” “I’ll think of something.” “Of course you will. I hear Humpty took a nosedive. Suicide?” “It’s early days,” replied Jack quickly, not wanting to relinquish any details, no matter how trivial. “Humpty…wall…suicide…murder,” muttered Chymes thoughtfully. “Sounds like it could be a corker. Want me to

of several that lined the corridor. Spongg gazed at it with obvious affection. “Lord Randolph Spongg II,” he announced. The painting was of an elderly man with divergent eyes standing barefoot on a chair. “My grandfather. Died in 1942 while attempting the land speed record. A great man and a fine chemist. He devised a trench-foot preparation in 1917 that paid for the company to lead the world in foot-care products for the next thirty years. He was the world’s leading authority on carbuncles and

Road, but I chose to do nothing. It’s better that way. I am sixty-nine and am not healthy—I have perhaps five years of life left in me. I want to spend it with a beautiful wife whom I would give anything to keep—even if it means turning a blind eye and being a cuckolded husband.” “Oh, Solly!” said Rapunzel, pressing her cheek to his large hand and sobbing bitterly. “I’m so sorry!” Despite everything, she had a genuine affection for the man. “If you want to know whether I had Humpty killed, the

fight going?” asked Madeleine as soon as they were seated and they all had some dinner in front of them. “Okay, I think,” said Prometheus, pouring some gravy. “Zeus’ lawyers are preparing for the case. They claim my punishment was entirely just under Mount Olympus law.” “Hardly fair, is it?” put in Pandora from the other end of the table. “Zeus is Mount Olympus law. He makes it up as he goes along.” “Well,” continued the Titan resignedly, “they also claim that Heracles went beyond the

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