In the Teeth of the Evidence
Dorothy L. Sayers
A fleeting killer's eco-friendly mustache. A corpse clutching a notice with lost vowels. A mobilephone with the unmistakable ring of demise. A hopeful heir's desires of fortune performed in whilst nature beats him to the punch. A playwright's unwatered-down honor that's thicker than blood.
In every one case, the homicide baffles the neighborhood experts. For his Lordship and the lively salesman-sleuth Montague Egg, a corpse is an exciting invitation to resolve the postmortem puzzles of interesting falsehoods, mysterious factors and diabolical demises.
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My perturbed fancy it advised a wound and a threat. We have been demanding at it for a while, with the sweat pouring off us, once we turned conscious of whatever happening open air the window – a stealthy bumping and scraping opposed to the panes. I snatched up the candle and regarded out. at the sill, the Cyprian cat sat and clawed on the casement. Her sopping wet fur clung limply to her physique, her eyes glared into mine, her mouth was once opened in protest. She scrabbled furiously on the latch, her hind claws.