"She
lit her cigarette and leant over the window sill. She became aware of a
new sound. It came up through her conscious thoughts, gaining
definition and edge. It was a thin blade of sound, sharp and insistent.
It grew louder. It was inside the building, an intermittent, horridly
shrill noise that came closer. A hand closed round Roberta's heart.
Someone was screaming."
--- Death of a Peer, Ngaio Marsh, 1940
(Rec. #381)
--- Death of a Peer, Ngaio Marsh, 1940
(Rec. #381)
Connections to previous Wreckage: For other Marsh novels, see List #27, in which I wish Ngaio Marsh a happy birthday.
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