A Pit in Dothan: Josephine Tey’s Brat Farrar

He walked slowly across the room until he was standing face to face with Brat by the window. He had abnormally clear grey eyes with adarker rim to the iris, but they had no expression in them. Nor had his pale features any expression. He was so tightly strung, Brat thought,that if you plucked him … Continue reading A Pit in Dothan: Josephine Tey’s Brat Farrar