John Bude

Présentation de l’éditeur
'Never, even in his most optimistic moments, had he visualised a scene of this nature - himself in one arm-chair, a police officer in another, and between them - a mystery.'
The Reverend Dodd, vicar of the quiet Cornish village of Boscawen, spends his evenings reading detective stories by the fireside - but heaven forbid that the shadow of any real crime should ever fall across his seaside parish. But the vicar's peace is shattered one stormy night when Julius Tregarthan, a secretive and ill-tempered magistrate, is found at his house in Boscawen with a bullet through his head. The local police inspector is baffled by the complete absence of clues.
Suspicion seems to fall on Tregarthan's niece, Ruth - but surely that young woman lacks the motive to shoot her uncle dead in cold blood? Luckily for Inspector Bigswell, the Reverend Dodd is on hand, and ready to put his keen understanding of the criminal mind to the test.
This classic mystery novel of the golden age of British crime fiction is set against the vividly described backdrop of a fishing village on Cornwall's Atlantic coast . It is now republished for the first time since the 1930s.

Présentataion de l’éditeur
When a counterfeit currency racket comes to light on the French Riviera, Detective Inspector Meredith is sent speeding southwards - out of the London murk to the warmth and glitter of the Mediterranean. Along with Inspector Blampignon - an amiable policeman from Nice - Meredith must trace the whereabouts of Chalky Cobbett, crook and forger.
Soon their interest centres on the Villa Paloma, the residence of Nesta Hedderwick, an eccentric Englishwoman, and her bohemian house guests - among them her niece, an artist, and a playboy. Before long, it becomes evident that more than one of the occupants of the Villa Paloma has something to hide, and the stage is set for murder.
This classic crime novel from 1952 evokes all the sunlit glamour of life on the Riviera, and combines deft plotting with a dash of humour.

Je ne pense pas que je vais tenter un autre de ses livres… peut-être si l’occasion se présente avec un résumé trèèèès alléchant.

kenavo a écrit:C’est quand même extraordinaire de voir comment je suis mes propres conseils...

Je ne pense pas que je vais tenter un autre de ses livres… peut-être si l’occasion se présente avec un résumé trèèèès alléchant.

à peine dit, me revoilà dans un autre roman de cet auteur. Et la raison ?

Une couverture!!!.

kenavo a écrit:
C’est quand même extraordinaire de voir comment je suis mes propres conseils...

Je ne pense pas que je vais tenter un autre de ses livres… peut-être si l’occasion se présente avec un résumé trèèèès alléchant.

à peine dit, me revoilà dans un autre roman de cet auteur. Et la raison ?

Une couverture !!!

Oui, mea culpa, je n’ai aucun caractère et encore moins quand il s’agit de belles images.

Présentation de l’éditeur
‘Luke flung the light of his torch full onto the face of the immobile figure. Then he had the shock of his life. The man had no face! Where his face should have been was a sort of inhuman, uniform blank!’

When a body is found at an isolated garage, Inspector Meredith is drawn into a complex investigation where every clue leads to another puzzle: was this a suicide, or something more sinister? Why was the dead man planning to flee the country? And how is this connected to the shady business dealings of the garage?

This classic mystery novel is set amidst the stunning scenery of a small village in the Lake District. It is now republished for the first time since the 1930s.

Vue du groupe montagneux de Skiddaw, de la ville de Keswick et du Derwentwater depuis Walla Crag