![]() ![]() Sunshine-blue skies-gardens of flowers-cool blue flowers-hedges of plumbago-blue convolvulus clinging to every little shanty.Īnd here-dirt, grime, and endless, incessant crowds-moving, hurrying-jostling. Supposing he were back in South Africa now…He felt a quick pang of homesickness. He saw it now as a glittering rhinestone set in a dingy setting. His first excited reaction to London, its shops, its restaurants, its well-dressed, attractive women, had faded. Large engines hissed superbly, throwing off clouds of steam into the cold raw air. Stephen pulled up the collar of his coat as he walked briskly along the platform. Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? So this is your special story-written for you. ![]() A murder where there was no doubt about its being murder! You yearned for a ‘good violent murder with lots of blood’. You complained that my murders were getting too refined-anaemic, in fact. You have always been one of the most faithful and kindly of my readers, and I was therefore seriously perturbed when I received from you a word of criticism. ![]()
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