The George Sweet Doorway Mysteries - "A SECRET VISIT TO DR. MUMPLE'S INNER OFFICE"...

...Millicent had kept her worries to herself. As the new assistant to the house-chef, Mrs. Grampstone, in Lady Junxtin's household she couldn't afford to upset the running of the kitchen with its constant planning and entertaining. How very lucky she had been to even be interviewed, and so young! Only 23. But she HAD gone to Paris for her training, and to the internationally esteemed L'École de Légumes Merveilleuses too!! She had graduated first in her class in Puddings, Custards, and Whimsically Shaped Gelatins. And she had the medal and the vellum certificate to prove it too! But here she was just three weeks into her new employment, ringing the bell of a doctor she never met to check on what the strange buzzing was in her left ear, the odd little headaches... and .. the voices.

And then the door opened, and... the littlest woman Millicent had ever seen peeked up and from around it. She was ancient, in a long greyish uniform almost like a nurse, or a maid but from another place and time. She smiled strangely but sweetly and said, "Ah, you've come, haven't you, my dear? Please come in! I'm Dr. Mumple!".... and as Millicent passed through the doorway and into the darkened and deadly silent hall, she had a funny thought. Dr. Mumple is a woman!...and sounds exactly like my voices...

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The George Sweet Doorway Mysteries - "A RAINY AFTERNOON ON MARLEYBONE STREET"...

...it was the addition of the glass "advent porte" over the entryway that had been both convenient and a source of annoyance to Mr. Cableton, the butler at Wedgewood House. Although it was lovely on rainy days to greet visitors who could shake their coats and umbrellas off under its cover, (before they did so INSIDE the foyer!) he would also have to shoo away loiterers and passersby who parked themselves there to have a smoke, grab a kiss, or chat over their paper cups of coffee, and then litter them on the cobblestones.

Imagine his surprise on that Thursday before tea time when he prodded the rumpled gentleman sitting on the stoop in the gathering storm. The man toppled over face-up, eyes staring!... a hobo!...with a jeweled letter opener in the shape of a Chinese dragon stabbed neatly through his heart, pinning an expensive piece of stationery scrawled illegibly with turquoise ink....and was that a stick figure?...

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