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The Sunday Philosophy Club - Alexander McCall Smith
2004 English hardcover first edition, 1st impression, Little Brown, London A fine unread book in fine unclipped (£14.99) dust jacket No names, inscriptions or stamps etc Tightly bound and square, clean contents and cloth The jacket has no loss or tears Set in Edinburgh, the author of The No1 Ladies Detective Agency brings us a new female slueth Isabel Dalhousie, top quality stuff! A lovely as new copy delivered to your door for less than cover price! For Sale at £11 (approx $18) *DF6 - free delivery worldwide ! |
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'There's a terrible thing in the Scotsman,' she said. 'An accident. I saw it last night at the Usher Hall. A young man fell all the -way from the gods.' Grace gasped. 'Poor soul,' she said. 'And . . .' 'He died,' said Isabel. 'They took him to the Infirmary, but he was declared dead when he arrived.' Grace looked at her employer over her cup. 'Did he jump?' she asked. Isabel shook her head. 'Nobody has any reason to believe that.' She stopped. She had not thought of it at all. People did not kill themselves that way; if you wanted to jump, then you went to the Forth Bridge, or the Dean Bridge if you preferred the ground to the -water. The Dean Bridge: Ruthven Todd had written a poem about that, had he not, and had said that its iron spikes 'curiously repel the suicides'; curiously, because the thought of minor pain should surely mean nothing in the face of complete destruction. Ruthven Todd, she thought, all but ignored in spite of his remarkable poetry; one line of his, she had once said, was worth fifty lines of McDiarmid, with all his posturing; but nobody remembered Ruthven Todd any more. |
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