The singing masons

The laughing dog

The threefold cord

Of course, its rotten having a murder in the village, and especially in what was once my own house, but Im not sorry that hes gone.Inspector Gordon Knollis heads from Scotland Yard to the village of Bowland, investigating what initially appears a trivial mystery. Mrs. Frederick Manchesters life centres on her husband and her two pets. Entering her boudoir after breakfast on Sunday morning, she fin...

Of course, its rotten having a murder in the village, and especially in what was once my own house, but Im not sorry that hes gone.Inspector Gordon Knollis heads from Scotland Yard to the village of Bowland, investigating what initially appears a trivial mystery. Mrs. Frederick Manchesters life centres on her husband and her two pets. Entering her boudoir after breakfast on Sunday morning, she fin...

Of course, its rotten having a murder in the village, and especially in what was once my own house, but Im not sorry that hes gone.Inspector Gordon Knollis heads from Scotland Yard to the village of Bowland, investigating what initially appears a trivial mystery. Mrs. Frederick Manchesters life centres on her husband and her two pets. Entering her boudoir after breakfast on Sunday morning, she fin...

Of course, its rotten having a murder in the village, and especially in what was once my own house, but Im not sorry that hes gone.Inspector Gordon Knollis heads from Scotland Yard to the village of Bowland, investigating what initially appears a trivial mystery. Mrs. Frederick Manchesters life centres on her husband and her two pets. Entering her boudoir after breakfast on Sunday morning, she fin...

Of course, its rotten having a murder in the village, and especially in what was once my own house, but Im not sorry that hes gone.Inspector Gordon Knollis heads from Scotland Yard to the village of Bowland, investigating what initially appears a trivial mystery. Mrs. Frederick Manchesters life centres on her husband and her two pets. Entering her boudoir after breakfast on Sunday morning, she fin...

Of course, its rotten having a murder in the village, and especially in what was once my own house, but Im not sorry that hes gone.Inspector Gordon Knollis heads from Scotland Yard to the village of Bowland, investigating what initially appears a trivial mystery. Mrs. Frederick Manchesters life centres on her husband and her two pets. Entering her boudoir after breakfast on Sunday morning, she fin...

Of course, its rotten having a murder in the village, and especially in what was once my own house, but Im not sorry that hes gone.Inspector Gordon Knollis heads from Scotland Yard to the village of Bowland, investigating what initially appears a trivial mystery. Mrs. Frederick Manchesters life centres on her husband and her two pets. Entering her boudoir after breakfast on Sunday morning, she fin...

Madeleine Burke is prepared to swear that she was Dr. Challoners last patient on Tuesday evening, and that he was alive and in good spirits when she bade him good night.While holidaying in Algiers, Hugh Challoner encounters the lightning-sketch artist Aubrey Highton. Highton is desirous of finding a job back in England, and Challoner agrees to helpbut then his enigmatic new friend disappears.Back ...

Madeleine Burke is prepared to swear that she was Dr. Challoners last patient on Tuesday evening, and that he was alive and in good spirits when she bade him good night.While holidaying in Algiers, Hugh Challoner encounters the lightning-sketch artist Aubrey Highton. Highton is desirous of finding a job back in England, and Challoner agrees to helpbut then his enigmatic new friend disappears.Back ...

Madeleine Burke is prepared to swear that she was Dr. Challoners last patient on Tuesday evening, and that he was alive and in good spirits when she bade him good night.While holidaying in Algiers, Hugh Challoner encounters the lightning-sketch artist Aubrey Highton. Highton is desirous of finding a job back in England, and Challoner agrees to helpbut then his enigmatic new friend disappears.Back ...

Madeleine Burke is prepared to swear that she was Dr. Challoners last patient on Tuesday evening, and that he was alive and in good spirits when she bade him good night.While holidaying in Algiers, Hugh Challoner encounters the lightning-sketch artist Aubrey Highton. Highton is desirous of finding a job back in England, and Challoner agrees to helpbut then his enigmatic new friend disappears.Back ...

Madeleine Burke is prepared to swear that she was Dr. Challoners last patient on Tuesday evening, and that he was alive and in good spirits when she bade him good night.While holidaying in Algiers, Hugh Challoner encounters the lightning-sketch artist Aubrey Highton. Highton is desirous of finding a job back in England, and Challoner agrees to helpbut then his enigmatic new friend disappears.Back ...

Madeleine Burke is prepared to swear that she was Dr. Challoners last patient on Tuesday evening, and that he was alive and in good spirits when she bade him good night.While holidaying in Algiers, Hugh Challoner encounters the lightning-sketch artist Aubrey Highton. Highton is desirous of finding a job back in England, and Challoner agrees to helpbut then his enigmatic new friend disappears.Back ...

Madeleine Burke is prepared to swear that she was Dr. Challoners last patient on Tuesday evening, and that he was alive and in good spirits when she bade him good night.While holidaying in Algiers, Hugh Challoner encounters the lightning-sketch artist Aubrey Highton. Highton is desirous of finding a job back in England, and Challoner agrees to helpbut then his enigmatic new friend disappears.Back ...

He shone the torch into the depths of the well. There was water at the foot of the shaft. Something dark and mis-shapen was huddled against the brickwork.What Old Heatherington doesnt know about bee-keeping isnt worth knowing. But the behaviour of the bees that day was extraordinarythey swarmed to a new hive where no hive should have been, and which was damp to boot. There was the smell of cyanide...

He shone the torch into the depths of the well. There was water at the foot of the shaft. Something dark and mis-shapen was huddled against the brickwork.What Old Heatherington doesnt know about bee-keeping isnt worth knowing. But the behaviour of the bees that day was extraordinarythey swarmed to a new hive where no hive should have been, and which was damp to boot. There was the smell of cyanide...

He shone the torch into the depths of the well. There was water at the foot of the shaft. Something dark and mis-shapen was huddled against the brickwork.What Old Heatherington doesnt know about bee-keeping isnt worth knowing. But the behaviour of the bees that day was extraordinarythey swarmed to a new hive where no hive should have been, and which was damp to boot. There was the smell of cyanide...

He shone the torch into the depths of the well. There was water at the foot of the shaft. Something dark and mis-shapen was huddled against the brickwork.What Old Heatherington doesnt know about bee-keeping isnt worth knowing. But the behaviour of the bees that day was extraordinarythey swarmed to a new hive where no hive should have been, and which was damp to boot. There was the smell of cyanide...

He shone the torch into the depths of the well. There was water at the foot of the shaft. Something dark and mis-shapen was huddled against the brickwork.What Old Heatherington doesnt know about bee-keeping isnt worth knowing. But the behaviour of the bees that day was extraordinarythey swarmed to a new hive where no hive should have been, and which was damp to boot. There was the smell of cyanide...