|Reviews for Murder, Maybe|
| the-lovely-anomaly 6/4/12 . chapter 1
One of the funniest things I've ever read. Bravo!
| culture clash 12/17/10 . chapter 1
"whereupon his ladyship discovered he had a severe allergy to bullets being fired at close range." this actually made me crack up. heh. well done.
| Kallie Bryant 12/10/10 . chapter 1
That was so funny! You are rather good good at this!
You know I'm the brilliant sleuth who is never wrong. You are just the doltish sidekick I keep around to admire my genius. This is my favorite line!
| nickyO 11/19/10 . chapter 1
:) A good read that leaves one with a smile.
(side note: I have a new computer, so yay, maybe I can spend more time on the net again)
| sophiesix 11/6/10 . chapter 1
heh heh heh. Curlock finally got what was coming to him. Hurrah for Whatson! Though i must stay i still very much enjoyed his snarky asides, best of all:
"Oh, be quiet. You know I'm the brilliant sleuth who is never wrong..."
Poor Ms Svelteshape. I'm glad she got off. With a a butler like Studly, she didn't have a chance! Also most amused by the butler's allergy ;)
| SirScott 11/3/10 . chapter 1
Poor Gnomes. Your talent for puns are amazing. I've always been a big fan of the Great Detective and it's always amusing to read a parody about him.
| East-0f-Eden 11/3/10 . chapter 1
| Eternal Skies 11/3/10 . chapter 1
I loved this!
I don't know what the parody is to, but the overall one-shot was funny and witty.
"Ah, yes, there's always a butler," Gnomes smiled knowingly. (he's so conceited and arrogant it's amusing 'cause we know better)
"There's not much to tell. We were having tea and I gave him a scone slathered with oleomargarine, his favorite. He seemed to be enjoying it when…" Her voice broke and she smothered a sob with her hanky. (that's so dramatically silly :P)
Mr. Gnomes reminded me so much of Hercule Poirot and Mr. Whatson of Arthur Hastings.
| Cynthia Brent 11/3/10 . chapter 1
Very funny and quite sexy as well. It's interesting that Lady Svelteshape and Studly the butler are never shown except standing formally together at the interrogation, yet the heat between them practically burns the pages!