The Adventure of the Christmas Pudding

an—accident—your aunt was shot with an arrow—penetrated the jugular vein—’

puce-coloured sprigged print

‘He was sweeping in the drive when I got here

‘It will fit in beautifully

Though softening a little with the advent of middle-age, his books dealt bleakly with the sordid side of life.

Out of a weather-beaten, not too clean face, shrewd eyes surveyed them appraisingly.

she brought in an enormous brass can of hot water.

‘I bet you could get away with it all right.

. I only got her off you just in time.’

others have murder thrust upon them. My Aunt Jane comes into the third category.’