![]() ![]() Michael’s-on-the-Cliff and his good friend Doctor Pendrill had dinner together at the Vicarage every Monday evening and that this little ceremony they’d followed for fifteen years included a discussion of the detective books they’d read during the previous week, I knew this book would be a winner.Įach week the two bachelors took turns choosing six books from the library which were sent up to the Vicarage on a Monday. ![]() When I read that the Reverend Dodd, Vicar of St. All ambling along just as it had done for the last fifteen years. In the centre of the hearth-rug, placed with exact precision between the two arm-chairs, was a small wooden crate. A reading-lamp cast an orange circle over the seat of his favourite chair and gleamed, diluted, on the multicoloured book-backs which lined most of the room. Behind him a big log fire crackled in the open hearth. The Vicar, who was fond of bodily comfort, sighed with the profoundest satisfaction. ![]()
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