Tsitaadid raamatust «The Adventure of the Christmas Pudding»

parchment. Picking up a pen she dipped it in the inkstand

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

she brought in an enormous brass can of hot water.

superb outsize writing-desk

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

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

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

‘It will fit in beautifully

Opposite rose the blank wall of the factory, a dead wall with no windows in it.

‘He was sweeping in the drive when I got here