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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... seen her. Quin, as always, had backed her up, and I had swallowed my opinions to keep the peace, hard though that always was for me. Having burned all my bridges behind me, how would I now stand up to her when she gave me the Look, as ...
... seen her. Quin, as always, had backed her up, and I had swallowed my opinions to keep the peace, hard though that always was for me. Having burned all my bridges behind me, how would I now stand up to her when she gave me the Look, as ...
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... seen the day I could throw the smith over his smithy, if I'd a mind to. You ask folk, they'll tell ye.” I made sure the burners were off before I left. A quick look around had not revealed another box of matches, so I gave myself orders ...
... seen the day I could throw the smith over his smithy, if I'd a mind to. You ask folk, they'll tell ye.” I made sure the burners were off before I left. A quick look around had not revealed another box of matches, so I gave myself orders ...
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... seen a bird do that. And another, a big brown one, rose into the air and hovered over the meadow, warbling. A skylark, I was somehow sure, and Browning's words came back to me: The lark's on the wing, The snail's on the thorn, God's in ...
... seen a bird do that. And another, a big brown one, rose into the air and hovered over the meadow, warbling. A skylark, I was somehow sure, and Browning's words came back to me: The lark's on the wing, The snail's on the thorn, God's in ...
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... seen my parents dead, but they had been laid out with care, posed as if sleeping in satin-lined caskets, surrounded by wreaths from friends and family—death as we want to think of it. A human being thrown into the ground without shelter ...
... seen my parents dead, but they had been laid out with care, posed as if sleeping in satin-lined caskets, surrounded by wreaths from friends and family—death as we want to think of it. A human being thrown into the ground without shelter ...
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Contenido
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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Página 16 - The year's at the spring And day's at the morn; Morning's at seven; The hill-side's dew-pearled; The lark's on the wing; The snail's on the thorn: God's in his heaven — All's right with the world!
Página 152 - Seaburgh is my dwelling-place and Christ is my Salvation, When I am dead and in my Grave, and all my bones are rotton, I hope the Lord will think on me when I am quite forgotten.
Página 106 - Scotland, he had been struck on the back of the head with a...
Página 152 - And Christ is my salvation. When I am dead and in my grave And all my bones are rotten, If this you see Remember me When I am quite forgotten.
Página 126 - I was aware of the imperious manner in which he hailed the cab and in a very short time we were on our way to the common.
Página 130 - Eleanor put a hand on his arm, but he shook it off. "I was not giving you an opinion,