Cover Her Face (Adam Dalgliesh Mysteries, No. 1)
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The first in the series of scintillating mysteries to feature cunning Scotland Yard detective, Adam Dalgliesh from P.D. James, the bestselling author hailed by People magazine as “the greatest living mystery writer.”
Sally Jupp was a sly and sensuous young woman who used her body and her brains to make her way up the social ladder. Now she lies across her bed with dark bruises from a strangler’s fingers forever marring her lily-white throat. Someone has decided that the wages of sin should be death...and it is up to Chief Inspector Adam Dalgliesh to find who that someone is.
Cover Her Face is P.D. James’ delightful debut novel, an ingeniously plotted mystery that immediately placed her among the masters of suspense.
certainly always had that impression, Inspector. But I always thought she was sly. She never seemed the least grateful for all that the family had done for her. She hated Mrs. Riscoe, of course. Anyone could see that. I expect you’ve been told about the affair of the copied dress?” Dalgliesh expressed himself interested in this intriguing title and was rewarded with a graphic description of the incident and the reaction it had provoked. “So you can see the type of girl she was. Mrs. Riscoe
glorious realization that none of it was true. But if this could not be, it was at least reassuring to talk with someone who stood outside the shadow of suspicion and who could give this dreadful day the semblance of normality. They found that they had even been speaking in whispers and Stephen’s call to the vicar rang out like a shout. Soon he was with them and, as he entered with Stephen behind him, four pairs of eyes looked up inquiringly, as if anxious to know the verdict on them of the world
down. And that Liddell woman. It’s ridiculous to put a spinster in charge of a Home like St. Mary’s.” “I don’t see why. She may be a little limited but she’s kind and conscientious. Besides, I should have thought St. Mary’s already suffered from a surfeit of sexual experience.” “Oh, for heaven’s sake don’t be facetious, Deborah!” “Well, what do you expect me to be? We only see each other once a fortnight. It’s a bit hard to be faced with one of Mummy’s duty dinner-parties and have to watch
surreptitious visit to Martingale.” “We know about Miss Pollack. She seems to have regarded the tablets as a cocaine addict ought to regard cocaine, but so seldom does. She wrestled long with the twin evils of temptation and insomnia and ended by trying to put the Sommeil down the WC. Miss Liddell dissuades her and returns them to Dr. Epps. Dr. Epps, according again to Robson, thinks he may have had them back but isn’t sure. There weren’t enough to be a really dangerous dose and they were
someone impersonating her, but admits that she told him that Sally was engaged to be married to Stephen Maxie. That would certainly be a more reasonable motive for the call than a general report on his niece’s progress.” “It’s interesting how many people claim to have known about this engagement before it actually took place.” “Or before Maxie admits that it took place. He still insists that he proposed as a result of an impulse when they met in the garden at about seven-forty p.m. on Saturday