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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... sitting-room with bare, random-width floorboards. A sofa covered in classic chintz and a green baize wing-chair flanked a fireplace. The far wall was ridged with empty bookcases from floor to ceiling. The kitchen, across the hall, was ...
... sitting-room with bare, random-width floorboards. A sofa covered in classic chintz and a green baize wing-chair flanked a fireplace. The far wall was ridged with empty bookcases from floor to ceiling. The kitchen, across the hall, was ...
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... sitting next to one of the burners. “No, no, no, you're going to do it again!” I exclaimed, pushing in to grab the matches out of his shaking hand. “I'll have me egg and bacon!” he shouted feebly. “Why don't you just sit down, Mr ...
... sitting next to one of the burners. “No, no, no, you're going to do it again!” I exclaimed, pushing in to grab the matches out of his shaking hand. “I'll have me egg and bacon!” he shouted feebly. “Why don't you just sit down, Mr ...
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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 ... sitting on an old hutch. “Why doesn't he hire somebody to stay with you, or get you into—”I stopped, realizing I ...
A Far Wychwood Mystery Patricia Harwin. “Sit down, then, George. I'll fix you some bacon and eggs.” He sank into a chair ... sitting on an old hutch. “Why doesn't he hire somebody to stay with you, or get you into—”I stopped, realizing I ...
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... sitting among the weeds, its tail curled neatly around its feet. It stared up at me, unblinking. As I started to close the door, it sprang up and ran past me into the cottage, as fast as it had streaked out before. It went straight to ...
... sitting among the weeds, its tail curled neatly around its feet. It stared up at me, unblinking. As I started to close the door, it sprang up and ran past me into the cottage, as fast as it had streaked out before. It went straight to ...
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... sitting down on the sofa to test it for comfort. Tired as I was, the thrill of actually being in my own seventeenthcentury cottage, as different from a Manhattan apartment as anything could be, kept me going for half an hour or so. I ...
... sitting down on the sofa to test it for comfort. Tired as I was, the thrill of actually being in my own seventeenthcentury cottage, as different from a Manhattan apartment as anything could be, kept me going for half an hour or so. I ...
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Sección 17 | 246 |
Sección 18 | 259 |
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