By P. D. James
From the award-winning grasp of literary crime fiction, a vintage paintings wealthy in stressful drama and mental insight.
On the East Anglian seacoast, a small theological collage hangs precariously on an eroding coastline and an both precarious destiny. whilst the physique of a pupil is located buried within the sand, the boy’s influential father calls for that Scotland backyard examine. input Adam Dalgliesh, a detective who loves poetry, a guy who has identified loss and discovery. The son of a parson, and having spent many satisfied boyhood summers on the university, Dalgliesh is the ideal candidate to appear for the reality during this distant, rarified neighborhood of the faithful–and the fearful. And while one loss of life results in one other, Dalgliesh reveals himself steeped in a global of fine and evil, of stifled passions and hidden pasts, the place a person has reason not only to devote one crime yet to start an unholy order of homicide. . . .
“Gracefully sculpted prose and [a] beautifully done secret . . . demise in Holy Orders is between [James’s] so much striking and complete Dalgliesh novels.”
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All surface details—the long lanky figure, the minor public-school tie, the pipe—abet this impression. He sat with his head back, the pipe held out in front of him, and an expression of annoyance on his swarthy face. I remember being at a dance once, at which Andy, then aged twenty, was squiring a romantic young lady aged eighteen. I remember passing a balcony where the two were talking on a romantic summer night: the young lady remarking on a fine yellow moon, and Andy proceeding to give her a long scientific explanation as to why it was yellow.
Tess asked quickly. “To Mrs. Logan. ” We shook our heads. “Mrs. Logan is Welsh,” said Clarke. “Or at least so I should judge from her Christian name, which is Gwyneth. She is much younger than her husband; extremely attractive physically; and not, I should have thought, of the temperament to enjoy this. But she seems keen to go. And in any case”—here a 41 curious smile spread across Clarke’s face, showing teeth as white and strong as a dog’s—“I think her husband will persuade her to go. Logan himself you will like.
Then, with a solemnity matching Andy’s own, she reached out and tweaked his nose. ” “And when I say ‘anything wrong with it,’” continued Tess, “don’t pretend to misunderstand. You know perfectly well I don’t mean anything wrong with the roof or the drains. ” “Sit down,” said Andy. ” The fading sunset light was full on Andy’s face as he blinked round. It seemed to me that his eyes under thick eyebrows that almost met in the middle, moved away; they assumed a kind of bursting stolidity. He sniffed.