I could go on like this for ever, but Nemesis, in the form of one Littlejohn, is almost on the doorstep. The mayor of Westcome, Sir Gideon Ware, has a speciality for painting a target on his own back. Most recently, he has gained numerous enemies for transforming the quaint harbour town into a sprawling, manmade boardwalk through a series of bribes, blackmail, and backhand deals. So when Sir Gideon Ware dies at his annual luncheon, it's no surprise...