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Murder at Morning Prayers - Hilary Landon
1947 UK hardback 1st edition 1st impression published by JOhn Gifford
A VG book in 7/6 unclipped dustwrapper
The book has clean cloth, tight with straight spine. Light spotting to edges
No previous owner names etc. Printed map illustration to front pastedown as called for
The jacket shallow loss to spine ends, light wear to extremities and tanning to spine
Two mysterious murders occur in a quiet country village—Cissie Black, the local ' glamour girl' dies on the altar steps and the corpse of Neddy Kurl, the village idiot, is found hanging on the scaffolding outside the church window. Suspicion falls on the curate and the vicar, and Inspector Timothy Dewer is hard set to trace the murderer.
Attractive period jacket
A solid copy of a very scarce book

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ETHEL SMITHERS started out for her new job at seven o'clock in the morning. At three-thirty in the afternoon she was still travelling. The last three hours she had spent on a shiny, thinly upholstered seat in a local line train which had crawled lethargically uphill and cautiously down dale, lingering for long intervals at deserted wayside halts. Every so often it stopped between stations, as though to get its wind or to enter into the spirit of timeless tranquility pervading the countryside through which it pursued its sluggish way. And from time to time it raised its voice in a melancholy minor note, which echoed emptily along the cuttings and was vaguely reminiscent of a cow calving. She had looked out at sloping pastures ridged like cheap dressing-gown cloth, at tangled woods, at isolated grey farmhouses, at villages straggling between folds of the hills. Apart from aimlessly drifting birds and motionless cattle there seemed to be no life anywhere. It was as though some Pied Pipier had wandered through the land, drawing after him, not only the children, but their elders also.

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