Dorothy Sayers

Harriet Vane e uma talentosa autora de romances policiais. Os seus enredos - em que "usa" generosas quantidades de veneno - s?o populares e fazem dela uma mulher independente. Ou melhor, faziam... Harriet esta agora presa, acusada de assassinar o noivo que, curiosamente, morreu envenenado, numa tragedia que parece reproduzir a letra uma das suas obras. N?o ajuda nada o facto de ela, na altura da morte de Philip, ter arsenico em casa. Todos os indicios apontam para a sua culpa. Harriet Vane corre o serio risco de morrer na forca. Por sorte, um membro do juri n?o esta convencido. E Lord Peter Wimsey, cujo comportamento perante a re e ainda mais extravagante do que em circunstancias normais, tambem n?o. Juntos, tentar?o provar a inocencia da jovem. Mas o tempo escasseia, e o no da corda parece apertar-se a cada dia que passa...

Veneno Fatal

The first collection of Lord Peter Wimsey short stories. In this collection brilliant amateur detective Lord Peter Wimsey tackles a variety of confounding cases, covering everything from crossword puzzles to a spectral carriage.

Lord Peter Views the Body

Book 2 of 15 in The Lord Peter Wimsey Mysteries Miss Lydia Cathcart, who had been hurriedly summoned from town, then gave evidence about the deceased man. She told the Coroner that she was the Captain's aunt and his only surviving relative. She had seen very little of him since he came into possession of his father's money. He had always lived with his own friends in Paris, and they were such as she could not approve of. "My brother and I never got on very well," said Miss Cathcart, "and he had my nephew educated abroad. He was eighteen and I fear Denis's notions were always quite French. After my brother's death Denis went to Cambridge, by his father's desire. I was left executrix of the will, and guardian till Denis came of age. I do not know why, after neglecting me all his life, my brother should have chosen to put such a responsibility upon me at his death, but I did not care to refuse. My house was open to Denis during his holidays from college, but he preferred, as a rule, to go and stay with his rich friends. I cannot now recall any of their names. When Denis was twenty-one he came into £ 10,000 a year. I believe it was in some kind of foreign property. I inherited a certain amount under the will as executrix, but I converted it all, at once, into good, sound, British securities. I cannot say what Denis did with his. It would not surprise me at all to hear that he had been cheating at cards. I have heard that the persons he consorted with in Paris were most undesirable. I never met any of them. I have never been in France."

Clouds of Witness

What must a person believe to be a Christian? Dorothy Sayers lays out age-old doctrines without prettying-up or watering-down. She brings them vividly to life by showing how the Bible, history, literature, and modern science fit together to make religion not only possible but necessary in our time. So whether you are reading the great works of Western literature, thinking about your place in God's universe, or simply dealing with the thousand-and-one problems of daily living, this powerful book has words of both challenge and comfort for you. Excerpt: Somehow or other, and with the best intentions, we have shown the world the typical Christian in the likeness of a crashing and rather ill-natured bore--and this in the Name of One who assuredly never bored a soul in those thirty-three years during which He passed through this world like a flame. Let us, in Heaven's name, drag out the Divine Drama from under the dreadful accumulation of slipshod thinking and trashy sentiment heaped upon it, and set it on an open stage to startle the world into some sort of vigorous reaction.

Passionate Arguments for the Relevance of Christian Doctrine

Letters to a Diminished Church

Agatha Christie admitted to have been intrigued by Lord Wimsey after reading this book. Christie fans will see some traits of Lord Wimsey in the character Hercule Poirot. Wimsey's mother, the Dowager Duchess of Denver, telephones to say that Thipps, an architect hired to do some work on her local church, has just found a dead body wearing nothing but a pair of pince-nez in the bath in his London flat. The official investigator, Inspector Sugg, suspects Thipps and his servant; Wimsey starts his own enquiry. Sir Reuben Levy, a famous financier, has disappeared from his own bedroom, and there has been a flurry of trading in some Peruvian oil shares. Inspector Parker, Wimsey's friend, is investigating this.

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