The Ivory Dagger

Patricia Wentworth

Book 18 of Miss Silver

Language: English

Publisher: Harper Collins

Published: Jan 1, 1950

Pages: 267

Description:

When Lila Dryden is discovered standing over her fiance's body with dagger in hand, Miss Silver is called in to investigate, only to discover Lila's sleepwalking patterns, the return of her former lover, and the victim's circle of acquaintances - all of whom occasionally wished him dead.

Review

“Miss Wentworth is a first-rate storyteller.” — Daily Telegraph “. . . some of the best examples of the British country-house murder mystery.” — Alfred Hitchcock’s Mystery Magazine “Miss Wentworth’s plot is ingenious, her characterization acute, her solution satisfying.” — The Scotsman --This text refers to an alternate kindle_edition edition.

About the Author

Patricia Wentworth (1878–1961) was one of the masters of classic English mystery writing. Born in India as Dora Amy Elles, she began writing after the death of her first husband, publishing her first novel in 1910. In the 1920s, she introduced the character who would make her famous: Miss Maud Silver, the former governess whose stout figure, fondness for Tennyson, and passion for knitting served to disguise a keen intellect. Along with Agatha Christie’s Miss Marple, Miss Silver is the definitive embodiment of the English style of cozy mysteries.
--This text refers to an alternate kindle_edition edition.

When Lila Dryden is discovered standing over the dead body of her irritating fiance with a dagger in her hand, Miss Silver is called in to investigate. What her patience and particular genius uncover is Lila's talent for sleepwalking, the return of her former lover, and the victim's entire staff and circle of acquaintances -- all of whom occasionally wished him dead.

THEY ALL HATED HERBERT

HIS FIANCEE: “I couldn't bear to have him touch me.”

THE BUTLER: “I had given notice. I had had enough.”

HIS SECRETARY: “He told me he was providing for me and the child in his will. He told me, he told me…

THE PROFESSOR: “So I killed Herbert Whitall, did I? What was my motive…besides hate?”