The Washington Post calls Whistle Up the Devil “dazzling” and “a masterpiece.” Publisher’s Weekly’s starred review calls it “one of the most intelligent and crafty impossible murder novels of all time.” Roger Querrin died alone in a locked and guarded room, beyond the reach of human hands. Algy Lawrence ...could not explain the mystery of this "miracle" murder. And then, faced ...
The Washington Post calls Whistle Up the Devil “dazzling” and “a masterpiece.” Publisher’s Weekly’s starred review calls it “one of the most intelligent and crafty impossible murder novels of all time.” Roger Querrin died alone in a locked and guarded room, beyond the reach of human hands. Algy Lawrence ...could not explain the mystery of this "miracle" murder. And then, faced with a second crime which could not possibly have been committed, he began to wonder, at last, if somebody had conjured up an invisible demon who could blast out locks and walk through solid walls…
"Then," said Uncle Russ. "I can see only one possible solution."
Lawrence blinked. "Again?"
He went over to the dressing-table, and pulled out the gun from his pocket.
Craig said, to the young man's unresponsive back:
"Obviously Turner died the way Sergeant Hardinge described."
Algy stared into the mirror.
"That's impossible. Shaw was watching the window."
Uncle Russ smiled blandly.
"The constable was lying. He murdered old Simon himself."
"What?"
Lawrence swung round. The gun in his hand pointed like an accusing finger at the old rogue's head.
Craig shied away from the muzzle. "My boy. Could you, er, direct that thing somewhere else?"
Algy grinned. "Sorry." He dropped the pistol in a drawer, which he locked. (查看原文)
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