I have a little dreidel;
I made it out of clay.
And when it's dry and ready,
Then dreidel I shall play.
Oh, dreidel, dreidel, dreidel,
I made it out of clay.
Oh, dreidel, dreidel, dreidel,
Now dreidel I shall play.
It is ridiculous to set a detective story in New York City. New York City is itself a detective story...
AGATHA CHRISTIE, Life magazine, May 14, 1956