By P. D. James
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When exceptional felony attorney Venetia Aldridge defends a tender guy for the brutal homicide of his mom, she perspectives the case as easily one other chance to illustrate her brilliance within the court. yet inside weeks of the trial Aldridge is located useless at her table, a bloodstained barrister’s wig on her head. And as Commander Adam Dalgliesh of Scotland backyard makes an attempt to make experience of occasions, the murders proceed, inexorably spiraling into clean complexities of horror.
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But then he looked at his companion’s face and knew with a rush of pity what this calmness was costing him. He said: “What shall I do about the rest of the staff, sir? And then there are the members of Chambers. Mr. Ulrick always comes in early on Thursday if he’s in London. ” “I’ve no intention of preventing them. If the police want Chambers closed for the day, that will be for them to decide. Perhaps you’d come with me while I telephone, then you’d better stay on the door. Tell the staff as they arrive as little as possible.
The garden was long and had been enlarged a few years later, when their elderly neighbour, needing money and finding his patch too large to cope with, had been glad to sell. To this home, to his comfort, to the bringing up of their children, to the garden and greenhouse, to the local church and her patchwork quilts, Margaret had happily given her life. She had never wanted to take a job and he had valued his domestic comfort too highly to encourage her to look for one. When, at a difficult time, his income from Chambers had fallen, she had tentatively suggested that she might brush up her secretarial skills.
It was ice-cold. Surely even dead flesh couldn’t be as cold as this. The touch, gentle as it had been, dislodged a globule of blood from the wig. He watched, horrified, as it rolled in slow spurts over the dead cheek to tremble on the edge of her chin. He moaned in terror. He thought: Oh God, she’s cold, she’s dead cold, but the blood is still tacky! Instinctively he clutched at the chair for support and to his horror it swung slowly round until she was facing the door, her feet dragging on the carpet.