The Mystery Of A Butcher S Shop

Rediscover Gladys Mitchell – one of the 'Big Three' female crime fiction writers alongside Agatha Christie and Dorothy L. Sayers. When Rupert Sethleigh's body is found one morning, laid out in the village butcher shop but minus its head, the inhabitants of Wandles Parva aren't particularly upset. Sethleigh was a blackmailing moneylender and when the peerless detective and renowned psycholanalyst Mrs Bradley begins her investigation she finds no shortage of suspects. It soon transpires that most of the village seem to have been wandering about Manor Woods, home of the mysterious druidic stone on which Sethleigh's blood is found splashed, on the night he was murdered, but can she eliminate the red herrings and catch the real killer? Opinionated, unconventional, unafraid... If you like Poirot and Miss Marple, you’ll love Mrs Bradley.

Rediscover Gladys Mitchell – one of the 'Big Three' female crime fiction writers alongside Agatha Christie and Dorothy L. Sayers. When Rupert Sethleigh's body is found one morning, laid out in the village butcher shop but minus its head, the inhabitants of Wandles Parva aren't particularly upset. Sethleigh was a blackmailing moneylender and when the peerless detective and renowned psycholanalyst Mrs Bradley begins her investigation she finds no shortage of suspects. It soon transpires that most of the village seem to have been wandering about Manor Woods, home of the mysterious druidic stone on which Sethleigh's blood is found splashed, on the night he was murdered, but can she eliminate the red herrings and catch the real killer? Opinionated, unconventional, unafraid... If you like Poirot and Miss Marple, you’ll love Mrs Bradley.

A renowned psychic investigator reveals his most chilling cases in the haunted villages of Essex. Headless coffin bearers. Evil rectories. Otherworldly church choirs. Mortuary stirrings. They’re all part of Wesley Downes’s job. After his own experience with the uncanny, Downes was invited to join The Ghost Club, Britain’s most esteemed society of paranormal research. For nearly a century its members included such luminaries as Charles Dickens, W.B. Yeats, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Algernon Blackwood, Arthur Machen, Dennis Wheatley, and horror-film legend Peter Cushing. Throughout the next sixty years Downes joined the ranks to venture into the spirit world pursuing legends, myths, and unexplainable phenomena. Now, one of England’s leading hunter of ghosts shares his strangest cases: the floating monk of Holy Cross Church; the Poltergeists of Harlow; the Mystery of Gun Hill House in Dedham; the dreaded Butcher Shop in Clacton-on-Sea; the Sandeman apparitions of Mistley; the Happening at Seven Rivers; the Phantom Eyes on Clinghoe Hill; and more true inquiries into the unnatural. Memories of an Essex Ghosthunter is part of The Paranormal, a series that resurrects rare titles, classic publications, and out-of-print texts, as well as publishes new supernatural and otherworldly ebooks for the digital age. The series includes a range of paranormal subjects from angels, fairies, and UFOs to near-death experiences, vampires, ghosts, and witchcraft.

This book features fifty-six Victorian murder cases from the files of the Illustrated Police News.

An old man in a military uniform is dumped at the police station—he won't speak English but has a lawyer's card in his pocket. A seemingly innocuous encounter gets stranger and stranger as we gradually realize no one is who they seem and the Balkan wars' traumas continue to play out. The "It Kid" of Canadian theater, award-winning playwright Nicolas Billon, returns with a devastating parable. Nicolas Billon's plays and translations have been produced at the Stratford Festival, Soulpepper Theatre, and Canadian Stage. Fault Lines won the Governor General's Award, and his first play, The Elephant Song, is being developed into a film starring Catherine Keener.

Proust is the twentieth century's Dante, presenting us with a unique, unsettling picture of ourselves as jealous lovers and unmitigated snobs, frittering our lives away, with only the hope of art as a possible salvation.