Dora Bream is a creature of habit. Every day she gets up at six-thirty and has a cup of tea with two biscuits. On a Sunday, she attends St. Mary’s Church in Becklesfield. Monday is Women’s Institute day, and Wednesday morning she visits the library to exchange her romance novels. On a Friday, she takes the nine o’clock bus to Gorebridge, then orders a pot of tea for one in the Willow Tea Room, followed by the short walk to the Home Counties National Bank, where she deposits her blackmail takings for the previous week.
