Short Notes: A Little Local Murder by Robert Barnard

A fortnight ago, I had no idea about Robert Barnard. Then Patti @ Pattinase dedicated one Friday to his books and I got to know that he was a British writer of mysteries who had passed away but recently. Sergio's review of his book A Fatal Attachment was so compelling that I wanted to read …

House of Horrors: Police at the Funeral

Mr. Campion began to understand Marcus' remark of the previous evening: "If I lived in that house I might easily feel like murder myself." That atmosphere of restraint which is so racking in adolescence was here applied to age, and Campion experienced a fear of stumbling upon some weak spot where beneath the rigid bone …

Gotterdammerung: The Twilight of the Gods in Death in Kashmir

And the night was so quiet that Sarah could hear, like a whisper in an empty room, the far, faint mutter of thunder from behind the distant mountains of the Nanga Parbat range on the opposite side of the valley. But she had not taken more than two steps towards the hut when she heard …

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 …