This is a little story in the detective genre, which can make the reader’s evening much more interesting. A smart and talented inspector from Scotland Yard investigates another crime case. Miss Paddington does not stay away. She immediately comes to the aid of him. This curious woman is a big lover of detective novels and she is happy to take part in the investigation. But beyond that, Miss Paddington has another secret goal – she wants the detective to marry an attractive young lady named Elvira Elliot. Whose intellect will prevail – an experienced inspector’s or a housewife’s, who is fascinated by cheap paperback detective novels? The story, despite its small volume, can show a lot of interesting plot twists.Download Ebook Download AudioBook
Bloody Legacy by Michael Bacon
A small group had gathered around the grave. After the coffin had been lowered, the priest began to speak. “Forasmuch as it hath pleased Almighty God of his great mercy to take unto himself the soul of our dear sister here departed: we therefore commit her body to the ground; earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust; in sure and certain hope of the Resurrection to…”
Jonathan was surprised at the priest’s intonation. Somehow he had expected these final words to be delivered more solemnly, at a much slower pace, but Reverend Jenkins rattled them off as if he were reading a shopping list out loud. Well, Jonathan thought, he must have held the funeral service hundreds of times. Perhaps, for him, the words no longer mean very much. He looked at the other mourners, all of them much older than he was. One lady was staring vacantly at a gravestone nearby, another was wiping away a few tears. It was a beautiful, sunny day, unusually warm for early April and the sparrows were darting around the cemetery, flying back and forth to their nests. Strange. It all seemed so ordinary, so humdrum, not in the least the sort of theatrical event he’d imagined it would be. But then Aunt Mary would probably have approved. He remembered that she’d always been a very down – to-earth sort of person. Down-to-earth? Wasn’t that slightly irreverent under the circumstances? Jonathan focused once more on the vicar. “The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, and the love of God, and the fellowship of the Holy Ghost, be with us all evermore. Amen.”
There was a short silence and then they all walked back to the church porch.
“Well, Mr Keeble,” said the priest, shaking Jonathan’s hand vigorously. “I’m sure you’ve already arranged all the details with the local stonemason. Will you be staying on or do you have to return to London straightaway?”
“I’m afraid so, Vicar. I’ve got a lot of work on at the moment. Aunt Mary’s death couldn’t have come at a worse time.”
“Yes, it’s all very unfortunate. I was talking to her – oh, only a couple of weeks ago. She’d invited me round for tea to discuss plans for the next jumble sale. She seemed as right as rain then. I remember we inspected various white elephants that she was going to donate oh dear! Do excuse me. It sounds as if I’m trying to stake a claim.”…