The Dressing Room Murder by J.S. Fletcher
The Warm, Comforting Smell of Grease-Paint Tainted by the Cold, Metallic Odour of Blood...
“Sir John Riversley, seated at his dressing table, lay with the upper half of his body sprawled across it; a crimson stain on the back of his shirt, a pool of blood on the white covering of the table.”
On his first visit to his home town in over twenty years, the famous actor-manager, Sir John Riversley, had been about to open in Hamlet at Hatherford’s Theatre Royal but now lay dead - stabbed in the back with a rapier.
In their pursuit of the murderer, Marston, the Chief Constable, and Detective Sergeant Stell uncover long-held grudges against the dead man from townsfolk, a fellow actor, his questionable business manager and an infatuated fan here from Australia...
As suspects accumulate and fall under police scrutiny, the question remains -- who’d had the audacity to commit this wicked act? And in such a limited time-frame?
The Warm, Comforting Smell of Grease-Paint Tainted by the Cold, Metallic Odour of Blood...
“Sir John Riversley, seated at his dressing table, lay with the upper half of his body sprawled across it; a crimson stain on the back of his shirt, a pool of blood on the white covering of the table.”
On his first visit to his home town in over twenty years, the famous actor-manager, Sir John Riversley, had been about to open in Hamlet at Hatherford’s Theatre Royal but now lay dead - stabbed in the back with a rapier.
In their pursuit of the murderer, Marston, the Chief Constable, and Detective Sergeant Stell uncover long-held grudges against the dead man from townsfolk, a fellow actor, his questionable business manager and an infatuated fan here from Australia...
As suspects accumulate and fall under police scrutiny, the question remains -- who’d had the audacity to commit this wicked act? And in such a limited time-frame?