id="u2a9ec806-4f0a-5731-895e-24d43d134357">Ngaio Marsh
Artists in Crime
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Artists in Crime first published in Great Britain by Geoffrey Bles 1938
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For Phyllis and John
Table of Contents
CHAPTER 8 Sidelights on Garcia
CHAPTER 9 Phillida Lee and Watt Hatchett
CHAPTER 10 Weekend of an Engaged Couple
CHAPTER 11 Ormerin’s Nerves and Sonia’s Correspondence
CHAPTER 12 Malmsley on Pleasure
CHAPTER 14 Evidence from a Twig
CHAPTER 15 Lady of the Ensemble
CHAPTER 17 The Man at the Table
CHAPTER 19 Alleyn Makes a Pilgrimage
CHAPTER 21 Epilogue in a Garden
Alleyn leant over the deck-rail, looking at the wet brown wharf and the upturned faces of the people. In a minute or two now they would slide away, lose significance, and become a vague memory. ‘We called at Suva.’ He had a sudden desire to run a mental ring round the scene beneath him, to isolate it, and make it clear, for ever in his mind. Idly at first, and then with absurd concentration, he began to memorize, starting with a detail. The tall Fijian with dyed hair. The hair was vivid magenta against the arsenic green of a pile of fresh bananas. He trapped and held the pattern of it. Then the brown face beneath, with liquid blue half-tones reflected
