So, other than the bizarre anti-Semitic tirade at the end, "The Bottomless Well" is a great little mystery story, part of the semi-legendary "The Man Who Knew Too Much" collection. It's also ridiculously British, in an almost over-the-top sort of way. It occasionally borders on self-parody too, which just makes it more fun. I mean, come on, it's a bunch of British guys in pith helmets drinking tea on a golf course while talking about the Union Jack. All that's missing from the stereotype is a few "pip-pip, cheerios" and a "topping day, eh wot," the latter of which I've graciously provided myself.
Tomorrow we'll travel back to the days of Celtic myth, 'cause that run I did on Dierdru just wasn't enough.