Название | Love Lies Bleeding |
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Автор произведения | Edmund Crispin |
Жанр | Зарубежные детективы |
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Издательство | Зарубежные детективы |
Год выпуска | 0 |
isbn | 9780008124168 |
EDMUND CRISPIN
Love Lies Bleeding
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First published in Great Britain by
Victor Gollancz 1948
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Version: 2017-10-26
To the Carr Club
Contents
Chapter 3: Thieves Break in and Steal
Chapter 5: Bloody-Man’s-Finger
Chapter 8: The Death of a Witch
Chapter 9: Love’s Labour’s Won
Chapter 10: Meditations Among the Tombs
Chapter 11: Reasoning but to Err
Chapter 12: A Green Thought in a Green Shade
Chapter 13: A Sennet: Enter Second Murderer
Chapter 14: Exit, Pursued by a Bear
The headmaster sighed. It was, he recognized, a plaintive and unmanly noise, but for the moment he was quite unable to suppress it. He apologized.
‘The heat…’ he explained, and waved one hand limply in the direction of the windows, beyond which a good-sized lawn lay parching in the mid-morning sun. ‘It’s the heat.’
As an excuse, this was colourable enough. The day was torrid, almost tropical, and even in the tall, shady study, its curtains half drawn to prevent wood and fabric from bleaching, the atmosphere was too oppressive for comfort. But the headmaster spoke without conviction, and his visitor was not deceived.
‘I’m sorry to plague you with my affairs,’ she said briskly, ‘because I realize that your time must be completely taken up with the arrangements for speech day. Unfortunately, I’ve no choice in the matter. The parents are insisting on some kind of investigation.’
The headmaster nodded gloomily. He was a small, slight man of about fifty, clean-shaven, with a long, inquisitive nose, sparse black hair, and a deceptive mien of diffidence and vagueness.
‘It would be the parents,’ he said. ‘So much of one’s time is spent in trying to dissipate the futile alarms of parents…’
‘Only