Agatha Christie,Ngaio Marsh,Dorothy Sayers,Margery Allingham

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Charters & Caldicott

Take one body in the library. Add two old English gentleman playing amateur sleuth. Mix well and serve.

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The Secret Arts

'An incredible new voice; witty and wise.' Adele Parks

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There was no mistaking the sound: it was that of a stealthy footfall, and it appeared to come from the staircase leading to the next floor.

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Mr Sutton Armadale, the financier, was shot dead on the private polo ground of his palatial home. Before expiring in his gamekeeper’s arms, he muttered the one word “murder”.

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“What’s the matter?” Vereker asked breathlessly, and at the same moment realised that the mass lying at Ricardo’s feet was the body of a woman. “Has she fainted?”

“It’s Mrs. Mesado, Algernon,” replied Ricardo, “and if I’m not mistaken, she’s dead.”

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The body of John Cornell the well-known London Merchant and banker, was exhumed early this morning with great secrecy, following representations made to the Home Office.

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Thrusting his pipe in his pocket, he crossed to his writing desk. Extracting a heavy army-pattern revolver from a drawer, he began silently to search the whole ground floor of the house.

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“Take my advice; from to-day keep your own counsel. Listen to everything, disclose nothing. Avoid being alone. Come to me if you’re in doubt about anything or feel you scent danger. I can assure you we both live in danger.”

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A tragic discovery was made at Bishop’s Hotel last evening when a maid, on entering the suite of Signora da Costa, a rich Argentine guest at the hotel, found her dead body on the bed wrapped in an eiderdown.

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Before she could touch him she saw it—the handle of a weapon sticking out between his shoulder-blades.

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“Give me my rights or I will let them kill you. Think what has happened already—”

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“Nobody would have murdered him,” Miss Lavinia cried. “Everybody liked John!”

“I’m afraid it is evident that someone did not.”

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The body lay face downwards in a foot of water at the bottom of the ditch. Up to the present it has not been identified. But a card was found in the pocket with the name of –

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“Owing to the sudden death of Miss Charmian Karslake this theatre is closed until further notice. Money for tickets already booked will be refunded.”

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“Early this morning a gruesome discovery was made by a gardener employed at Holford Hall in Loamshire...”

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“A crime of a peculiarly mysterious nature was perpetrated some time last night in a block of flats called Abbey Court.”

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Protruding from the dead woman’s breast was the gold and jewelled dagger she had shown them half an hour before. And, looking horribly incongruous among the laces of her fichu, a deep stain was spreading.

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“I cannot understand why Mr. Bechcombe apparently offered no resistance. His hand-bell, his speaking-tube, the telephone—all were close at hand. It looks as though he had recognized his assassin and had no fear of him.”

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“He had his tea as usual; when I knocked at the door with the tray (he always had afternoon tea), I found him—like this.”

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“There’s no dirty trick he wouldn’t play—it’s my belief that he wouldn’t even stop at murder!”

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“Who knows if he didn’t make away with her here? Those things found in the Home Coppice show that she was made away with plain enough, I say.”

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Glancing at her more closely, he noticed dark stains on her white gown. Horror-struck, he bent over her for a moment, and realised that it was unmistakably a corpse.

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“As for books,” Sir Oswald said, “I don’t care for them. Unless I get hold of a good detective story. The tracing out of crime always has a curious fascination for me.”

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‘A constant pleasure’ Daily Telegraph

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‘Crime with a P.G. Wodehouse flair’ Chicago Tribune

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‘A denouement vintage as High Table port’ Sheridan Morley

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‘Tom Sharpe couldn’t have done it better’ New Statesman

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‘A dazzling whodunnit’ Jilly Cooper

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‘Lighthearted – but lethal’ Chicago Tribune

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Death and The Visiting Fellow

Dark deeds and deception down under for Tudor Cornwall

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Death and The D'Urbervilles

Tudor Cornwall tries to rewrite Tess of the D'Urbervilles as a murder mystery - with fatal results.

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A Death on The Ocean Wave

Rum doings aboard the good ship Duchess as Tudor Cornwall embarks on a nautical mystery

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“He is dead. It is quite impossible that he should have killed himself. He has been murdered. About half an hour ago. By a long knife passed under the left shoulder-blade into the heart.”

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“the murderer was also riding a bicycle... why, if we can trace it, we shall have the murderer!”

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Murder begins with the death of a kitten...

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A World War Two mystery, and a plot that may vitally endanger the security of Great Britain itself

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‘Listen! I see I’d better take you into my confidence.’

‘I’d rather you didn’t,’ I said.

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He caught the back of a chair, staggered and groaned. There was a heavy crash and fall, and the parson lay motionless and livid, while lilies from a vase fell, like a wreath, across his chest.

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Information Received

Burglary, fraud, murder and golden age mystery

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Death Among The Sunbathers

Dark deeds surround a sun worshippers' retreat in this golden age mystery

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Crossword Mystery

A crossword puzzle provides the final clue in this devilish golden age mystery

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Mystery Villa

An eerie house containing a long-dead corpse is the spur for this golden age mystery

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Death of a Beauty Queen

When a beauty pageant becomes the setting for murder, Bobby Owen has more suspects than he can handle – almost.

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Death Comes to Cambers

Bobby Owen is a guest at a country house, advising on security... but soon it’s a case of murder not burglary

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The Bath Mysteries

Bobby Owen is on a family case, investigating the death of his cousin. But how exactly did he die in the bath...?

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Mystery of Mr. Jessop

Who killed Mr. Jessop? Who stole the Fellows necklace? Who attacked Hilda May? Bobby Owen is on the case.

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The Dusky Hour

A man is found dead in the chalk pit. Who was he? And why did so many clues lead to that infamous London nightclub, the ‘Cut and Come Again’?

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Dictator’s Way

When an old acquaintance of Bobby Owen’s from Oxford days turns up out of the blue, he needs help. Bobby is in the frame...

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“You see,” Miss Kayne said, “I committed a murder once myself.”

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“Know him?” he asked.

Bobby was for a moment too surprised to answer. He had thought of every one else but not of the man whose dead face now was staring up at him.

“Yes. I know him,” he said.

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Perhaps the victim had not been unconscious but had known her fate, had sent upwards from the black pit a cry that none but murderers had heard.

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“You think it’s murder, don’t you?”

“There is no proof of that as yet, sir,” Bobby answered cautiously.

“No, I know, but it’s what you think,” Glynne answered. After a pause, he added: “So do I.”

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“I’ll have breakfast ready before you’re dressed,” Olive said, her mind full of bacon and eggs, tea, toast.

“Can’t stop,” Bobby told her. “I’ve to be at Castle Wych at once.”

“What’s happened there?”

“Murder,” Bobby answered as he made for the door.

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Late in the afternoon a man, unidentified, had been seen to throw a glove into the Midwych, Wychshire and Southern Canal…

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“Ode to a chocolate,” murmured Bobby.

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“I wouldn’t come any nearer if I were you. It’s not a thing to see unless you have to.”

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“I’ve got to hurry,” Bobby said. “Mr Weston has been found dead from a knife-wound in his study.”

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Deep in bucolic Wychshire something dreadful is stirring …

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With a slow gesture of one lifted hand, Bobby pointed. There, in a space between the prostrate stag and posturing goddess, was a human leg, a twisted, motionless leg in a strained, unnatural position.

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“Give me gossip or Sherlock Holmes, and I take gossip every time. The detective’s first aid and ever present help in time of doubt.”

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“I don’t like it, Olive. No good, plain evidence, not so much as the smell of a fingerprint. Nothing but psychology and an atmosphere of doubt, menace, and suspicion.”

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“Gets on your nerves, doesn’t it? I mean, that playing of hers. I’ve never heard anything like it.”

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Bobby Owen stood for a time in silence, looking down thoughtfully at the dead man’s face. A small, insignificant face, lacking even that touch of repose and dignity which death, even violent death, so often gives, and one that Bobby had never seen before. Of that at least he was sure.

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“What happens,” Bobby asked, “when a woman with an irresistible attraction for men, and the man with an irresistible attraction for women, meet? When glamour meets glamour . . . ?”

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At that moment the door opened and a deep, harsh, husky voice said:

“Discussing my murder, are you?”

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“There’s a spot of trouble this morning. Old gentleman found dead in his bath.”

Bobby answered: “there may be one chance in a million it’s natural death.”

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“Why should anyone want to pinch the dagger—except to do somebody in?”

No one answered this question.

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“It’s murder all right; no one could bash his own head in the way this chap’s was.”

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“The poor devil’s mouth was filled with feathers. An unconscious man with his mouth full of feathers wouldn’t have had much chance of surviving, and this one didn’t.”

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The stage was set, Bobby thought, the actors in position; but how the drama would develop, that he could not even guess.

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“You called him a ‘wrong ’un’. Why? Birds of a feather know each other? Is that the idea? Or do you really know something about him? Oh, and don’t lie.”

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Bobby studied the Rembrandt intently, with his own strange intensity of gaze that seemed as if by sheer strength of will it could force all secrets to reveal themselves.

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“You’re the murder man, aren’t you?” Mrs. James demanded.

“Well, that’s not exactly how I describe myself,” Bobby answered.

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“I think,” said Palk slowly, “there’s a homicidal maniac loose in the Hydro, but who it is, God knows.”

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“Well, tight lines!” they called over their shoulders.

“Bleeding hooks!” grinned the Major.

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That settles it, thought Smith savagely. He shall be murdered, even if I have to do it myself!

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memoirs of a professional cad

Wickedly funny lifemanship from a Hollywood original

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crime on my hands

George gets the part of a lifetime – if he can only live to tell the tale!

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stranger at home

Which one of you killed me? That's what Michael Vickers is dying to find out!

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The D.D.I. recognized him and smiled. “That was a great case you brought us. You’ll be interested to hear that it is a case of mur-r-der!”

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In the hall he found the body of his maidservant, Helen Dunn, aged about fifty, lying on the floor near the telephone. She had bled profusely from a wound in the head and her body was cold.

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“The late Miss Clynes, sir? How dreadful. It must have been very sudden.”

“It was.”

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He flung open a drawer and took from it a heavy dagger in a sheath with blood-stains upon it. On the blade were engraved the words, “Blut und Ehre!”

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“I’m writing to you about the death of Mr. Dearborn. You bet the murderer’s laughing up his sleeve now that he’s got away with it.”

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“There’s one thing which I daresay you noticed—that pair of slippers half kicked under the bath were of men’s size.”

“Yes, I noticed that, too, and they were sprinkled with blood.”

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“What are you looking for, sir?” he said.

“Bloodstains.”

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None of the other guests could explain what she was doing in Crooked Lane during the night…

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There was something about those hands, with their strangely crisped fingers, as though they had been arrested in the very act of closing, that somehow gave the lie to the woman’s attitude of sleep.

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News travels quickly and mysteriously on board ship. By the time lunch was over, the rumour began to spread that Mr. Smith’s death had not been due to natural causes.

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“The blood’s coming from a cut at the back of his neck,” she said slowly. “He couldn’t have done that in falling. Some one must have—”

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“There’ll be blue murder here before Christmas!”

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Constantine reflected on the various means dentists have at their disposal should they wish to silence their patients …

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“He had his enemies, I suppose?”

“Disputes, you mean? Over the merits of Puccini and Wagner, Strauss and Verdi! But people do not entice an old man from his home many years afterwards to avenge Wagner or Puccini!”

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“You mustn’t go to Meade House. I’ve heard…”

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“How would you like to die for your country?” asked Benbow Smith languidly.

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“Beware – walk with care,

Or mumbo jumbo will hoodoo you.”

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“You talk of him as if he were alive.”

“He is alive,” said Benbow Smith.

“And you think he would do murder?”

“I am quite sure that he would do murder, Captain Loddon.”

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“Do you want to make 500 pounds? If you do and are willing to earn it, write to...”

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“I went down to the pool, and he was lying half in and half out of it with his head bleeding and the tide coming in. The water was up to his shoulders.”

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Ice is still. Death is still. But no living flesh should be as still as this…

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“Sylvia had on the wrong stockings for her dress, and her lipstick was all crooked, so I think things are pretty grim.”

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“You told me a lot of things,” said James grimly. “Most of them weren’t true.”

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“How would you like to be a rocket? A stranger for a week, an heiress for a week, then down with the stick and a stranger again.”

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“I think you’re tempting fate when you say that you will never go back to Danesborough.”

Chloe laughed, suddenly, frankly.

“It’s a fate I don’t mind tempting,” she said.

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Why can no-one stay at the Dower House?

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Ten years! He had been dead ten years!

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“I hate him worse than I hate snails, and worms, and slugs, and spiders with hairs down their legs…”

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“They are letting me say good-bye. I’m to be shot to-morrow. It will be over by the time you get this…”

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“I don’t know…no one knows…nobody knows but me…and they’re the finest emeralds in the world…the Van Berg emeralds…and nobody knows where they are but me…”

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She was looking at the place where the mirror had hung. It didn’t reflect anything because the glass was gone. Instead there was a blackness, a dark hole full of shadows. There was a shuffling and a sighing, and a deep and dreadful groan. Then something moved.

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“Anybody could have told you what Ross was like.”

“They did tell me,” said Mavis tearfully. “That’s why I did it.”

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“I wouldn’t like to make you really angry, darling. You know, the only time I did you nearly scared me dead. I believe if you were really roused you might do something rather frightful.”

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The parcel was addressed in sprawling capitals to “Antony Rossiter, Esq. By hand.” There was no more address than that.

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Meg leaned forward suddenly. There was a note of terror in her voice. “Bill—where—is—Robin?”

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Not a breath. Nothing. Just a dead man lying there on the tumbled bed…

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“The door!” he shouted. “The door!” Every man in the room looked where Fifteen was looking. Above the water-lilies and the storks, where the top panel of the door had shown, there was a dark, empty space. The door was open.

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“Thou hast betrayed, and thou hast slain…”

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There was a hand pressed against the window, a large hand that looked unnaturally white. The light showed the pale fingers—and the still paler palm crossed by a dark, jagged scar.

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Where is Anne Belinda?

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“She’s a hula mula wula girl,
She’s a crazy daisy nightmare
My baby’s a scream.”

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She had trembled. She had laughed her shaky little laugh. And she had vanished into thin air.

And the door was locked on the inside.

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When she had let down her case, she locked her bedroom door. And then she put out the light and climbed out of the window.

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“I know what we’ll do. We’ll play Devil-in-the dark.

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“Are you sure? Don’t I inherit anything?”

“Not unless something happens to Miss Ann Vernon.”

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Thief, kleptomaniac… or innocent victim of a malevolent plot to implicate her?

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She held the candle steady and, stooping, touched the smeared patch with the tip of her finger.

The stain was blood.

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