2 the Weed That Strings the Hangman’s Bag: a Flavia De Luce Mystery
“I was about to shove off for home when something in the window of the undertaker’s shop caught my eye: no more than a slight movement, really.Although it had been in business at the same location since the time of George the Third, the shop of Sowbell & Sons stood as discreet and aloof in the high street as if it were waiting for an omnibus. It was quite unusual, actually, to see anyone enter or leave the place.I sauntered a little closer for a look, feigning a great interest in the black-edged obituary cards that were on display in the plate-glass window. Although none of the dead (Dennison Chatfield, Arthur Bronson-Willowes, Margaret Beatrice Peddle) were people whose names I recognized, I pored over their names intently, giving each one a rueful shake of my head.By moving my eyes from left to right, as if I were reading the small print on the cards, and yet shifting my focus through to the shop’s dim interior, I could see someone inside waving his hands as he talked. His yellow sil...k shirt and mauve cravat were what had caught my eye: It was Mutt Wilmott!Before reason could apply the brakes, I had burst into the shop.“Oh, hello, Mr.MoreLess
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