Opening para - Death of an Emperor
‘Buster, who was it?’ she asked. ‘Who was strangled in the bath?’ She gripped his fingers. Portly and bearded like a greedy castaway - that was Buster Mudwhistle. Proud Welshman too. And I much prefer to call him Muddy, as do his friends and a handful of enemies. ‘Heaven is a pork pie and a pint,’ he declared, before swiggin’ his cloudy ale named Musty Shepherd or Bishops Knackers or something along those lines. Then he sank all his teeth in the slab of pastry filled with shoulder and belly – a popular choice amongst patrons of The Crimson Pheasant, which was by far the most charming pub in all of Bennetts Meadow. And, as a matter of fact, the only pub in Bennetts Meadow.