A Fatal Secret. Faith Martin

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       Prologue

       Oxford, England. 1st April 1961.

      It was a lovely Saturday morning, and less than three miles away as the crow flies from the city of dreaming spires, someone was contemplating how ironical it was that it should be April Fool’s Day.

      The daffodils were just beginning to bud in the small woods surrounding Briar’s Hall. Birds were busy building their nests, and a weak and watery sun was promising that spring really was on its way.

      But the person leaning against a still-bare ash tree, moodily observing the fine Georgian building below, cared little for the promise of СКАЧАТЬ