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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... hand. But how would she feel now that I was really here? I flashed on her face, younger than her years, the blue eyes going cold behind her glasses. I remembered her voice, that patronizing tone she could assume so easily: “No, Mother ...
... hand. But how would she feel now that I was really here? I flashed on her face, younger than her years, the blue eyes going cold behind her glasses. I remembered her voice, that patronizing tone she could assume so easily: “No, Mother ...
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... hand. “I'll have me egg and bacon!” he shouted feebly. “Why don't you just sit down, Mr.—What's your name?” “Me name?” He stared as if unable to believe a person lived who didn't know who he was. “Me name's George, ain't it? George ...
... hand. “I'll have me egg and bacon!” he shouted feebly. “Why don't you just sit down, Mr.—What's your name?” “Me name?” He stared as if unable to believe a person lived who didn't know who he was. “Me name's George, ain't it? George ...
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... hand, threw me a rather nasty grin, and shouted, “Ian Larribee, incumbent of St. Etheldreda's parish. In no way required to take orders from Yank tourists.” “I am not a tourist! And I don't believe for one minute you're—” Suddenly I ...
... hand, threw me a rather nasty grin, and shouted, “Ian Larribee, incumbent of St. Etheldreda's parish. In no way required to take orders from Yank tourists.” “I am not a tourist! And I don't believe for one minute you're—” Suddenly I ...
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... hand. “I'm Fiona Bennett. We all want to welcome—Oh, my dear, are you all right?” Her smile changed to a concerned expression, and I realized how stricken I must look. “I don't know. I just saw something—horrible. In the churchyard.” 23 ...
... hand. “I'm Fiona Bennett. We all want to welcome—Oh, my dear, are you all right?” Her smile changed to a concerned expression, and I realized how stricken I must look. “I don't know. I just saw something—horrible. In the churchyard.” 23 ...
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... hand shyly. “Alice was our schoolmistress when that abandoned building next to your cottage was the village school. Then the juvenile population went too low to justify it, so now they bus the little blighters off to the big ...
... hand shyly. “Alice was our schoolmistress when that abandoned building next to your cottage was the village school. Then the juvenile population went too low to justify it, so now they bus the little blighters off to the big ...
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Sección 16 | 227 |
Sección 17 | 246 |
Sección 18 | 259 |
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