{"id":257938,"date":"2026-07-13T15:57:05","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T12:57:05","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/dead-giveaway-simon-brett-1\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T15:57:05","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T12:57:05","slug":"dead-giveaway-simon-brett-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/dead-giveaway-simon-brett-1\/","title":{"rendered":"Dead Giveaway – Simon Brett (1)"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Sydnee had mustered all of the researchers who had worked on If The Cap Fits to go through the events of the day Barrett Doran died. In an unguarded moment, when they had been trying to think of somewhere private to meet, Charles had suggested his bedsitter. He had not taken into account the fact that he had only two chairs. Nor had he thought through the reaction of these television sophisticates to his somewhat approximate view of tidiness.<\/p>\n

None of them was impolite enough to say anything, but he sensed a sniff of disapproval in the air. Their standards were probably different from his. In domestic arrangements, Charles always made a distinction between hygiene and tidiness. And, though he knew he offended against the strict canons of the second, he felt confident that he did not transgress with regard to the first.<\/p>\n

Assuming, of course, that one didn\u2019t regard dust as unhygienic. There was a generous cover of dust over every surface. And, since none of these surfaces were flat, but tended to be piles of books, clothes, stationery and scripts, the general effect could be, to the uncharitable eye, seen as a mess. This view seemed to be reflected in his visitors\u2019 expressions. Sydnee sat on a chair. The other girl, Chita, who had been responsible for the contestants on the studio day, had the other one.<\/p>\n

Charles shared the edge of the bed with the rather exquisite young man called Quentin, who had been in charge of the celebrities. Charles had offered whisky and wine; they had all chosen white wine. He had some chilling (a little belatedly \u2013 he\u2019d only thought about it ten minutes before they arrived) in his small fridge, and had soon assembled a whisky tumbler, a half-pint tankard and a chipped glass that had been given away with soap powder for his guests.<\/p>\n

He was left with a pink plastic tooth-mug for his whisky. The atmosphere was not unfriendly, though the three researchers seemed to be suffering mild disbelief at the idea of people actually living in such surroundings. Charles thought it might be only a matter of time before they started making a documentary about him. Sydnee opened the meeting.<\/p>\n

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Any unauthorised distribution or use of this text may be a direct infringement of the author\u2019s and publisher\u2019s rights and those responsible may be liable in law accordingly. OceanofPDF.com This title first published in Great Britain in 1985 by Victor Gollancz eBook edition first published in 2012 by Severn House Digital an imprint of Severn House Publishers Limited Copyright \u00a9 1985 Simon Brett.<\/p>\n

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OceanofPDF.com To Wendy and Chris OceanofPDF.com Chapter One \u2018MR . . . PARIS DID you say?\u2019 \u2018Yes.\u2019 The girl on the desk at West End Television\u2019s main Reception looked dubiously down at a list. Charles Paris\u2019s name didn\u2019t seem to leap out of the page at her. \u2018For what show did you say?\u2019 \u2018If The Cap Fits.\u2019 This title did not dispel her scepticism. \u2018No show of that name down on my list.\u2019 \u2018It\u2019s a pilot of a new game show. Something to do with hats.\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018Hats. Ah.\u2019 Comprehension dawned slowly. \u2018That might be what I\u2019ve got down here as Hats Off!\u2019 \u2018It could be. Maybe the title\u2019s been changed. As I say, it is only a pilot. Studio A,\u2019 Charles added helpfully. \u2018Yes, that\u2019s where Hats Off!\u2019s booked in.\u2019 The girl was forced, regretfully, to accept his bona fides.<\/p>\n

\u2018All right. If you like to sit down over there, someone will be down shortly.\u2019 \u2018Thank you.\u2019<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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