I know now that it was a blueprint, but at the time I had no idea it was other than a picture, one I was not as yet equipped to understand, other then to have a sharp and instant conviction of its tremendous significance. Chicken was sitting on one of his orange boxes in rapt contemplation of thi...
The briars and brambles in the hedge reached out thorny fingers towards the shining coachwork of the police Rover. ‘Must ’ve planned this road as a tight fit for a couple of cavemen dragging their birds home to the bridal suite. What they’re going to say back at the garage I don’t care to think!’...
The street lamps, rimmed in dull orange, cast a dim, religious light that was more disquieting than darkness. The detective felt low-spirited. His ribs ached, the abrasions on his cheeks stung in the biting air. After dropping off the Superintendent at Headquarters he had ...
Hale looked his usual, disillusioned self, only Jurnet, who knew the man well, recognizing the ironic amusement buried deep in the mournful eyes. As for the Professor of Contemporary Institutions, his expression was one of deep shame improbably compounded with a childish self-congratulation. &nbs...
They were the only lights in evidence. As I wheeled my bike up the front path I could see no sign of life. For the first time it occurred to me that Mrs Benyon might well have turned in for the night. As I tugged at the bell pull and heard the resultant carillon distantly clanging, I began to reh...