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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... road and the old cottages with roses in bloom on their walls, as they had been when Quin and I had first come to Far Wychwood. The village inn had been more affordable than an Oxford hotel when we'd come over to attend the wedding of ...
... road and the old cottages with roses in bloom on their walls, as they had been when Quin and I had first come to Far Wychwood. The village inn had been more affordable than an Oxford hotel when we'd come over to attend the wedding of ...
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... road without killing myself or anyone else. It would have been more sensible to have spent the night in London, as Emily had urged me to, but I couldn't wait to see my new home. I pulled my suitcase and carry-on from the trunk. I had ...
... road without killing myself or anyone else. It would have been more sensible to have spent the night in London, as Emily had urged me to, but I couldn't wait to see my new home. I pulled my suitcase and carry-on from the trunk. I had ...
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... road and somebody else's cottage across the way, with one lighted window. I leaned on the sill and looked out. Whoever lived in that little cottage was my only near neighbor. Woods and fields surrounded us, except for an abandoned ...
... road and somebody else's cottage across the way, with one lighted window. I leaned on the sill and looked out. Whoever lived in that little cottage was my only near neighbor. Woods and fields surrounded us, except for an abandoned ...
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... road, for instance, about as old and picturesque as they come. The little structure had spent centuries settling into its plot of ground, and now it leaned noticeably to one side. There were a couple of broken panes in one of the ...
... road, for instance, about as old and picturesque as they come. The little structure had spent centuries settling into its plot of ground, and now it leaned noticeably to one side. There were a couple of broken panes in one of the ...
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... road, and pounded on the door. There was no answer, but I could hear somebody blundering around in there, knocking things over. “Hey!” I shouted. “Your house is on fire! Hello!” There was still no response, so I turned the knob. The ...
... road, and pounded on the door. There was no answer, but I could hear somebody blundering around in there, knocking things over. “Hey!” I shouted. “Your house is on fire! Hello!” There was still no response, so I turned the knob. The ...
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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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