From Murder at the Vicarage
From Murder at the Vicarage
I do not know why I married Griselda. Or rather, I do
Leonard Clement, the vicar, possessed a gentle, almost ethereal presence, his mild eyes reflecting a quiet intelligence that belied a sharp, observant mind. He was a man of peace, yet murder had a way of finding even the most tranquil souls.
Each one sets a scene. Read them in full, pick one, or begin without.
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