The Body in the Library (Miss Marple, #2)

by Agatha Christie

for a minute her good-natured blue eyes were hard and sharp; she was the female fighting for existence—‘that

He looked, I thought, very abstracted. And nearly the whole way he buried himself behind The Times. As though, you know, he didn’t want to talk.’ The vicar nodded with complete comprehension and possible sympathy.

Do you like detective stories? I do. I read them all, and I’ve got autographs from Dorothy Sayers and Agatha Christie and Dickson Carr and H. C. Bailey.

The English, Sir Henry decided, had a distrust for any man who danced too well!