Strange Crime of John Boulnois
The colossus of crime leaned over to the little rustic priest with a sort of sudden interest.
''You have heard of it?'' he asked. ''Where have you heard of it?''
''Well, I mustn''t tell you his name, of course,'' said the little man simply. ''He was a penitent, you know. He had lived prosperously for about twenty years entirely on duplicate brown-paper parcels. And so, you see, when I began to suspe...
The colossus of crime leaned over to the little rustic priest with a sort of sudden interest.
''You have heard of it?'' he asked. ''Where have you heard of it?''
''Well, I mustn''t tell you his name, of course,'' said the little man simply. ''He was a penitent, you know. He had lived prosperously for about twenty years entirely on duplicate brown-paper parcels. And so, you see, when I began to suspe...
