Murder At Maddingley Grange (2014)
“He hoped it emanated from Mrs. Saville, and not only because this would mean that lady was drowned in slumber deep. After all, no man wanted to spend the rest of his life lying next to a girl, however pretty, who sounded in her dreams like the brass section of a symphony orchestra.
The room was almost blacked out. Martin waited a moment, getting accustomed to the gloom and trying to assess the various obstacles humped in his path. What he should have done, he now realized, was to excuse him...self after dinner, pop upstairs and give the place the once-over. Too late now. But there was some brightness. The curtains were not quite closed and the moon threw a shaft of cold hard light over part of the dressing table, the bedhead and Rosemary’s door. This was open.
Of course! That’s what she had said. “I’ll leave my door ajar.” Although a moment’s pause for reflection might have shown Martin that this optimistic insight was based on a rather dodgy premise, i.e., that he could see through a brick wall, that pause was never made.MoreLess
The room was almost blacked out. Martin waited a moment, getting accustomed to the gloom and trying to assess the various obstacles humped in his path. What he should have done, he now realized, was to excuse him...self after dinner, pop upstairs and give the place the once-over. Too late now. But there was some brightness. The curtains were not quite closed and the moon threw a shaft of cold hard light over part of the dressing table, the bedhead and Rosemary’s door. This was open.
Of course! That’s what she had said. “I’ll leave my door ajar.” Although a moment’s pause for reflection might have shown Martin that this optimistic insight was based on a rather dodgy premise, i.e., that he could see through a brick wall, that pause was never made.MoreLess
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