When Chief Superintendent Lepinov’s bloated, battered body is discovered in a well with a padded wooden box placed over his bashed-in head on the opening page of Alan Bilton’s The End of the Yellow House, one might suppose this is the beginning of a mystery novel. This notion is reinforced soon after, when a second […]
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