“I do wish you wouldn’t read that horrid paper [The Daily Worker], Edmund. Mrs. Finch doesn’t like it at all.”

“I don’t see what my political views have to do with Mrs. Finch.”

“And it isn’t,” pursued Mrs. Swettenham, “as though you were a worker. You don’t do any work at all.”

“That’s not in the least true,” said Edmund indignantly. “I’m writing a book.”

“I meant real work,” said Mrs. Swettenham.

A Murder is Announced, by Agatha Christie, p. 4