This must be one of the most old-world, male chums, English small-town books I've ever read:
"The Chief Constable of Winshire looked in at Kyle Manor the next morning, just at the right time for a glass of Madeira and a biscuit.
'Sorry to trouble you over this affair, Zellaby. Ghastly business - perfectly horrible. Can't make any sense of it [...]'
That's it. That's the vibe of the whole book.
— Mar 25, 2025 03:08AM
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