Here is Oscar Wilde, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Lord Peter Wimsey.

Ali, luckily, whipped out her camera and got a picture-- not of Lord Peter actually carrying the Oscar Wilde doll downstairs in his jaws, but of the immediate aftermath. Lord Peter dropped Oscar Wilde in the middle of the kitchen floor and then went to sit on the rug in front of the kitchen sink. It was a very peculiar situation all round. The picture will be posted when Ali emails it to me. There's now a cat toothmark on Oscar Wilde's left eye.