**“Storm in a Teacup”**
It started with the missing teaspoon.
Mrs. Ellery, keeper of the village teahouse for forty-three years, stood over Table Five with narrowed eyes and trembling hands.
“I _know_ I placed six spoons,” she said.
Mr. Finch, a retired schoolteacher and frequent customer, looked up from his scone, crumbs on his collar. “Perhaps it’s under the napkin?”
But it wasn’t.
Within ...