Fallen Into the Pit (Felse, Book 1)
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When an obnoxious former Nazi land-worker is murdered in the small English village of Comerford, Chad Wedderburn, classics master and hero of the Resistance in WWII, is accused of the murder. But none of his students believes he is guilty, including Dominic Felse, who discovered the body. Dominic resolves to discover the true murderer.
before anyone else could start noticing things.” “He didn’t kill the dog, too?” asked Pussy anxiously. “No, he sold him—to a man who’d made several attempts to buy him from Charles before, for a very good price. Quite a known name in the spaniel world, lives in Warwickshire, right in the country miles from anywhere. We found out all about him quite easily. No, dogs were something it hardly occurred to Blunden to kill. He used them to help him kill other things. It didn’t seem necessary to kill
and Tom went and got him—and that’s all.” Not all, perhaps, that could be told, but all that Jim was capable of telling just then, and it was as full of holes as any sieve. He looked speculatively at Chad’s darkening cheek, and asked: “What about your little incident? If you had the kid in your arms at the time, you can hardly have started the rough stuff.” Chad smiled sourly. “I didn’t even call him rude names. It was all strictly schoolmaster stuff. He was sitting like a damp sack until I
legs, and all the rest of the physical catalogue. But far more likely, for the peace of mind of a very small unit of society—about as large as Comerford. I’m not sure that the disintegration of this one little community would leave you so completely cold.” “I’m not so sure,” said Chad, “that it would. But haven’t you seen already, and don’t you suppose I could have seen in advance, that Helmut dead is a more effective agent of disintegration than he was alive? My God, do you suppose you’re still
with, and here’s the pit, ready to hand, what’s wrong with just dropping the birds in one of the hollows under the hang of the grass? Ninety-nine fellows in a hundred would.” “Just wanted to make doubly sure, I suppose.” “He didn’t expect to be leaving ’em a week or more, I take it. It’s long odds the things would have been safe as houses like that for the time they’d have had to wait.” “Still, if he had to scramble down into the pit in any case to find a hiding-place, why not go the whole
all if, whichever way he turned. If Chad’s elusive figure at ten had been Helmut, Chris Hollins was out of it. If, of course, Chad was telling the truth. And that was something about which no one could be sure. His whole attitude was so mad that it was quite conceivable he had not only seen him, but knocked him on the head and rolled him into the brook, too, and come back to tell half of the tale, when he need have mentioned none. It sounded crazy, but Chad was hurling provocations into the teeth