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eBook Category: Mystery/Crime
eBook Description: The murder of a stranger in a quiet English village brings to the scene Inspector Gilling, a policeman with an intense dislike for the countryside and the snares it always sets for him. Until the victim is identified, there seems to be neither motive nor opportunity for the crime. But as soon as the inspector discovers who's been murdered, there are too many suspects, but all seem to have unbreakable alibis.

eBook Publisher: Wings ePress, Inc, Published: Wings ePress, Inc, 2003
Fictionwise Release Date: October 2003

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Words: 65523
Reading time: 187-262 min.
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?Afternoon, Captain. A few minutes late today."

"What the devil d--you mean by that, Franwill?" Captain Trickett's brick-red face turned a deep shade of purple.

The genial smile on Arthur Franwill's fleshy lips disappeared completely. His heavy jaw sagged as he wiped his big hands in embarrassment down the sides of his grey worsted flannels.

"Oh, I... That is... Beg pardon, sir. No offence, I'm sure. Just making a comment. You know, a bit of a joke, like. I mean, usually here on the dot of one, you are, and it's nearly twenty past. I could set the clock by... I mean... I didn--t intend to... well, I'm sorry."

"All right, all right. My fault. Bit testy today." The captain smoothed his immaculately-groomed moustache along full lips. "Had rather a bad night. Got a stinker of a headache. Noise from that damned party behind my place, I expect. Blast those acting types. Can--t have a drink without shrieking loud enough to wake half the county. Walked a bit further today. Trying to shift it. Still under the weather, though. The usual, Arthur, and get yourself one out of this. Sorry and all that."

"Quite all right, Captain. Thanks. Much obliged." The landlord's round face split into a forced smile. "Enough to drive anybody round the bend, some of the things going on up at Caddington's place on a Saturday night."

Mr. Franwill was nothing if not diplomatic. He'd willingly call the farm by its new name to Miss Clere, but he knew better than to offend tradition when his inn was filled with villagers of the old guard.