“Have you heard the news, sir?” the waiter said…
“And that’s not all. Somers is dead too … He po…
However thorough your search was, I’m convinced…
“If you don’t think I’m taking a liberty in say…
Travers looked down at the face. On the collar …
“Send someone here quick. There’s been a murder…
Travers turned to Wharton. “I ask you, George, …
“Murder is easy. It’s child’s play to commit mu…
“It’s terrible. It’s a body . . . the head cut …
“You needn’t look impatient, sir. He’ll be fini…
‘I judge him to have been dead just about twent…
As Travers’s finger touched the dead hand, he f…
An attendant had come in with the cage. He stoo…
The tea had brought a pleasant warmth and Trave…
What was I to be this time? A Commandant again …
“Good God!” I was staring like a lunatic. “Murd…
“Is he bad, sir?”
“Worse than that,” I said…
“It’s about a murder. . . . Here. Five Oaks, th…
‘Anything doing?’
‘Maybe,’ he said guardedly…
Near the right temple was a hole, and down the …
It was Murder Eve, and I was the last person in…
“Murder’s my job, not parish politics.”
Ludovic…
I was thinking of offering Godfrey Prial some sort…
He was deader than last year’s hit-song. At the…
