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May 2017 releases
The knife with the carved sheath inlaid with silver, had been driven up to its haft between the shoulders of Captain Geoffrey Hunt.
His arms were hanging down, but his face was turned upwards. For the first time Johnny saw a dead man.
‘One brown mouse. Victim of foul play.’
He called out, ‘Abie!’ The word was swallowed up in the depths of the hall. It was like a morgue.
‘There’s been a murder there.’
Tubby stared at him. ‘A murder! Who was it?’
It was the first time in his life that Tubby had been told that he had been murdered.
‘The man died from wounds on the head. There was no trace of carbon in his lungs, so he must have been dead before he was put on the dump.’
March 2017 releases
We might be living in the first chapter of one of my own detective stories. A woman lay dead upstairs; in another bedroom a man was having hysterics; in the kitchen a grey parrot was imitating their voices; and in the sitting-room the pugs, terror in their popping eyes. Henry’s sisters would join us, and Mr Galvain; and I, the stranger, sat waiting to meet them.
At the end of the war, Mrs. Midge stayed on. While the war lasted Mrs. Custance had accepted her as part of the war-effort; it was only in the past year or two that Mrs. Midge had been transferred to the category which Mrs. Custance described as “people we could manage without.”
A widow, at an age when birthdays are best forgotten, with no children to occupy her mind, can be very lonely. Julia Dunstan knew she was more fortunate than most widows, not merely because she was prosperous—as widows go—but because she had always taken an interest in other people.
February 2017 releases