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The Murder At The Vicarage
- Form
- Form Novel
- Year
- Year 1930
- Pages
- Pages 290
Anyone who murdered Colonel Protheroe, the vicar remarks over Wednesday luncheon, would be doing the world a service. By the following evening the colonel is dead at the writing table in that same vicar's study, shot through the head, and the remark hangs over St Mary Mead like smoke.
There is no detective in England equal to a spinster lady of uncertain age with plenty of time on her hands.
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