By Georgette Heyer
Who might kill the right gentleman?
When Ernest Fletcher is located bludgeoned to dying in his learn, everyone seems to be stunned and mystified: Ernest used to be good loved and revered, so who might have a intent for killing him?
Superintendent Hannasyde, with consummate ability, uncovers one soiled little mystery after one other, and with them, a number of individuals who all have purposes for in need of Fletcher useless. Then, a moment homicide is dedicated, giving a ugly twist to a truly strange case, and Hannasyde realizes he is up opposed to a killer on a mission...
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It’s only his fun, but you never know how much people will believe, do you? I suppose you wouldn’t just hint to him that he oughtn’t to do it? ’ asked Hannasyde. ’ 52 Y A Blunt Instrument Hannasyde chuckled. ’ ‘Yes, but he told another of them that he came from Yugoslavia, and was here on very secret business. In fact, he’s in the front garden now, telling three of them a ridiculous story about international intrigue, and my brother at the back of it. And they’re taking it down in their notebooks.
He looked at her appraisingly, but did not answer, merely inclining his head slightly. 58 Y A Blunt Instrument ‘News gets round so frightfully quickly in the suburbs,’ Helen said, again with her uneasy, artificial laugh. ‘Yes,’ he agreed. ‘I expect it does. ’ demanded Sally. ‘I am investigating a murder, Miss –’ ‘I’m Sally Drew. ’ ‘I’m quite ready to believe that she doesn’t,’ he replied, with a good-humoured inflexion in his voice which surprised her. ’ Helen said quickly. ‘Only it’s rather difficult to say when I saw Ernie Fletcher last.
An idea occurred to her. ’ She started up. ’ ‘ To get some cigarettes. ’ ‘Oh, don’t be a fool! ’ ‘Oh no! No, really I haven’t,’ Neville replied, with his apologetic smile. ’ exclaimed Sally, her thunderous frown vanishing. ’ ‘Atavism,’ he explained. ’ Helen asked, a note of admiration in her voice. He looked alarmed. ‘Please don’t get misled! ’ 38 Y A Blunt Instrument ‘It must have been. I can’t think how you did it! ’ ‘No nerve. ’ ‘Well, I think it was fairly sporting of you,’ said Sally. ’ ‘Don’t strain yourself,’ Neville recommended.