Sparkling Cyanide

It was All Soul's Day, the Day of the Dead ...
In a luxurious hotel, six people sat down to dinner at the table in the alcove, a table laid for seven.
In front of the empty place was a sprig of rosemary - in memory of Rosemary Barton who had suddenly sprawled dead...Read more










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