It was planned as an act of charity: a new piano for the parish hall, an amusing play to finance the gift. The question now under bitter discussion is, who shall play the overture?
Though Eleanor Prentice wins, on the night of the performance, she cannot play. Miss Campanula steps triumphantly into the breach - a chord was is, a shot rings out, and Miss Campanula is dead, shot between the eyes. A case of sinister infatuation for the brilliant Chief Detective-Inspector Alleyn.
©1939 Ngaio Marsh (P)2010 Hachette Digital
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