5/21/2023 0 Comments Dalgliesh cover her face![]() Mary’s Refuge for Girls, had dined together too often to expect either novelty or stimulation from each other’s company. Epps, the vicar and Miss Liddell, Warden of St. Maxie’s table, watching with amused, sardonic eyes the opening antics of the players.Īt the time, of course, the party was both ordinary and rather dull. Felix Hearne, for one, was not at Martingale that week-end. ![]() ![]() In fact not all the suspects had been present. It became, in retrospect, a ritual gathering under one roof of victim and suspects, a staged preliminary to murder. Memory, selective and perverse, invested what had been a perfectly ordinary dinner party with an aura of foreboding and unease. Years later, when the trial was a half-forgotten scandal and the headlines were yellowing on the newspaper lining of cupboard drawers, Eleanor Maxie looked back on that spring evening as the opening scene of tragedy. ![]() EXACTLY THREE MONTHS before the killing at Martingale Mrs. ![]()
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