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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... smiling. “It don't do to make game of the witches, Missus. They'll not cross one of they lines, everybody knows that. Think I want to be strangled with witch-weed in me sleep?” It was hard to believe that thirty-six hours ago I'd been ...
... smiling. “It don't do to make game of the witches, Missus. They'll not cross one of they lines, everybody knows that. Think I want to be strangled with witch-weed in me sleep?” It was hard to believe that thirty-six hours ago I'd been ...
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... smile. “Hey!” I yelled at him, straining to be heard over the din as the backhoe jolted forward a few feet, beeping a raucous warning. The man inside pushed and pulled and the bucket sank into the soft spring earth again with a hungry ...
... smile. “Hey!” I yelled at him, straining to be heard over the din as the backhoe jolted forward a few feet, beeping a raucous warning. The man inside pushed and pulled and the bucket sank into the soft spring earth again with a hungry ...
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... smile that held nothing back. “How do you do?” she said, putting out her 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 ...
... smile that held nothing back. “How do you do?” she said, putting out her 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 ...
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... smiling serenely. “And Henry Cobb, of course.” The silver-haired lady, introduced as Alice White, shook my hand shyly. “Alice was our schoolmistress when that abandoned building next to your cottage was the village school. Then the ...
... smiling serenely. “And Henry Cobb, of course.” The silver-haired lady, introduced as Alice White, shook my hand shyly. “Alice was our schoolmistress when that abandoned building next to your cottage was the village school. Then the ...
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... smile. She got out of her car and offered me her hand with the attitude of one conferring a great privilege. “How very well-informed you are, Mrs. Penny!” “Just Catherine, please. Well, I read the brochure—” “My husband's people,” she ...
... smile. She got out of her car and offered me her hand with the attitude of one conferring a great privilege. “How very well-informed you are, Mrs. Penny!” “Just Catherine, please. Well, I read the brochure—” “My husband's people,” she ...
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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