Arson and Old Lace: A Far Wychwood MysterySimon and Schuster, 2005 M03 15 - 304 páginas "You're a librarian, not a detective," Catherine Penny's daughter reminds her. But Catherine, suddenly single in her sixties, finds it easy to slip into sleuthing mode when she leaves behind New York City and a failed marriage for a lovely 17th century cottage in the idyllic English village of Far Wychwood. But behind the town's quaint stone walls and lace-curtained windows lurk dark secrets and whispers of witchcraft. And when her crusty neighbor George Crocker dies in a tragic fire, Catherine alone suspects arson. Lacking hard evidence, the police pay little attention, and the villagers swear she must be mistaken. Catherine, however, is one feisty expatriate American who leaves no stone unturned when circumstances point to murder. She may not be Miss Marple--yet--but her ingenious knack for uncovering the truth is about to take Far Wychwood by storm! |
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... George, ain't it? George Crocker, same as it's been for more nor ninety year.” “Sit down, then, George. I'll fix you some bacon and 8 Patricia Harwin.
... George, ain't it? George Crocker, same as it's been for more nor ninety year.” “Sit down, then, George. I'll fix you some bacon and 8 Patricia Harwin.
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A Far Wychwood Mystery Patricia Harwin. “Sit down, then, George. I'll fix you some bacon and eggs.” He sank into a chair by the big wooden table, muttering unintelligibly. “You shouldn't be trying to cook,” I said. “Isn't anybody living ...
A Far Wychwood Mystery Patricia Harwin. “Sit down, then, George. I'll fix you some bacon and eggs.” He sank into a chair by the big wooden table, muttering unintelligibly. “You shouldn't be trying to cook,” I said. “Isn't anybody living ...
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... George Crocker, sniffed his sock gingerly, and rubbed its body against his leg. “There, Muzzle, 'twas naught in the end,” he reassured it. “What's its name?” They both looked at me with wary hostility. “Muzzle's his name.” “What kind of ...
... George Crocker, sniffed his sock gingerly, and rubbed its body against his leg. “There, Muzzle, 'twas naught in the end,” he reassured it. “What's its name?” They both looked at me with wary hostility. “Muzzle's his name.” “What kind of ...
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... George Crocker, but ready one day to cooperate with anything I proposed, and the next in a feeble rage at an innocent word. My eye lighted on a wavering line of white paint drawn around the whole room, where the floor met the walls ...
... George Crocker, but ready one day to cooperate with anything I proposed, and the next in a feeble rage at an innocent word. My eye lighted on a wavering line of white paint drawn around the whole room, where the floor met the walls ...
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... George Crocker, but somehow knowing he was nearby wasn't all that reassuring. “What are you going to be scared of next?” I demanded into the darkness. “Maybe you'd better get a can of paint tomorrow, and make a line around the floor to ...
... George Crocker, but somehow knowing he was nearby wasn't all that reassuring. “What are you going to be scared of next?” I demanded into the darkness. “Maybe you'd better get a can of paint tomorrow, and make a line around the floor to ...
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Sección 11 | 154 |
Sección 12 | 167 |
Sección 13 | 182 |
Sección 14 | 194 |
Sección 15 | 209 |
Sección 16 | 227 |
Sección 17 | 246 |
Sección 18 | 259 |
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