![]() ![]() ![]() Thinking he had fainted, a spectator moved to help, but recoiled in horror from what lay before him: the man in the queue had a small silver dagger neatly plunged into his back. But one man, his head sunk down upon his chest, slowly sank to his knees and then, still more slowly, keeled over on his face. Suddenly, the line began to move, forming a wedge before the open doors as hopeful theatergoers nudged their way forward. ![]() London’s favorite musical comedy of the past two years was finishing its run at the end of the week. Inspector Alan Grant searches for the identity of a man killed in the line at a theater and for the identity of the killer-whom no one saw.Ī long line had formed for the standing-room-only section of the Woffington Theatre. It was my introduction to her detective inspector Alan Grant and I must say I liked him and trusted him and enjoyed the way he worked with his colleagues. Her work had been recommended to me over the years and I finally got around to reading her first mystery, The Man in the Queue. This was the first book I had read by the distinguished mystery writer, Josephine Tey. ![]()
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