From the Bookshelf of Reading the Detectives…

...Ulder brushed him aside. For a minute he stood looking around him in malevolent triumph, holding out his hand Then suddenly he caught the back of a chair, staggered and groaned. Next moment there was a heavy crash and fall, and before that motionless circle of spectators the parson lay motionless and livid, while lilies from a vase fell, like a grotesque wreath,across his chest as the water dripped on his unconscious head.