The Case of the Dead Poet

Jan 2025

“Charles Meistersinger heard the shot, a soft report which seemed to come from behind his left shoulder. The sound could have been a branch cracking into the high window on the back wall. It was a dark, blustery night. But immediately it became obvious to everyone that the sharp, low, thwack had been caused by a bullet. Pantile stopped speaking, slightly raised his head with a look of startled astonishment, then crumpled to the stage.”

An homage to Golden Age detective stories published in Fiction on the Web (UK)

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