"Even so, if the body had gone over the weir there would be nothing for it but to wait three days until it came up and was spotted by some passer-by in one of the small towns through which the Arno wound its way towards Pisa.
Unless, of course, the whole thing was a sick joke. It happened now and then."
--- Death in Autumn, Magdalen Nabb, 1984
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