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When the quiet Little Vestry of St. Matthew's Church becomes the blood-soaked scene of a double murder, Scotland Yard Commander Adam Dalgliesh faces an intriguing conundrum: How did an upper-crust Minister come to lie, slit throat to slit throat, next to a neighborhood derelict of the lowest order? Challenged with the investigation of a crime that appears to have endless motives, Dalgliesh explores the sinister web spun around a half-burnt diary and a violet-eyed widow who is pregnant and full of malice--all the while hoping to fill the gap of logic that joined these two disparate men in bright red death. . . .
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Un certain goût pour la mort, Phyllis Dorothy James
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- Released
- 1987
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- Language
- French
- Authors
- Phyllis Dorothy James
- Publisher
- Mazarine
- Released
- 1987
- Format
- Paperback
- Pages
- 489
- ISBN10
- 2863742566
- ISBN13
- 9782863742563
- Series
- Adam Dalgliesh
- Tags
- Fiction, Mystery & Thriller, Thriller, Politics, Relationships, Murders, British Literature, Detective Fiction, Death, England, Great Britain, English Literature, Adapted for Film, London, Family relationships, Church, Suicide, Aristocracy, nobility, Riddles, Scandals and Affairs, Brutality
- First published
- 1986
- Original title
- A Taste for Death
- Rating
- 4 out of 5
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- When the quiet Little Vestry of St. Matthew's Church becomes the blood-soaked scene of a double murder, Scotland Yard Commander Adam Dalgliesh faces an intriguing conundrum: How did an upper-crust Minister come to lie, slit throat to slit throat, next to a neighborhood derelict of the lowest order? Challenged with the investigation of a crime that appears to have endless motives, Dalgliesh explores the sinister web spun around a half-burnt diary and a violet-eyed widow who is pregnant and full of malice--all the while hoping to fill the gap of logic that joined these two disparate men in bright red death. . . .