Charlie,
It is with deep regret, I must inform you that those two old British biddies and their infernal prattle about tea and Mum and "de little gray cells" have once again conspired to deny the reading public the pleasure of reading the greatest Chinese detective mystery novel occurring in Honolulu in the 1930's ever!
However, it wasn't your fault, them with their reputations and their publishing companies and their screen plays and their biographers and you...
What chance did you have? Just a couple of books, a few late night movies and a passionate but dopey looking karma-less penguin, that nobody listens to. But together, we fought the good fight and we almost brought down those invincible mavens of boredom.
I'm sorry, you had to pass away, I'm sorry, you are once again being relegated to the dust bin... I'm sorry, I let you down. But at least I know you're in a better place now up there with Raymond and Dashiell.
But, as for the rest of us down here, we will just have to read another book bout that prissy aristocrat Lord Wimsey and his Mumsey.
tea anyone?