Found 52 results for "Alleyn, Roderick (Fictitious character)"
Death at the Bar (Roderick Alleyn #9)
by Ngaio Marsh
As Luke Watchman drove across Otterbrook Bridge the setting sun shone full in his eyes.
Light thickens
by Ngaio Marsh
PEREGRINE JAY heard the stage door at the Dolphin open and shut and the sound of voices.
Enter a Murderer (Roderick Alleyn #2)
by Ngaio Marsh
ON MAY 25TH Arthur Surbonadier, whose real name was Arthur Simes, went to visit his uncle, Jacob Saint, whose real name ...
Death in Ecstasy (Roderick Alleyn #4)
by Ngaio Marsh
On a pouring wet Sunday night in December of last year a special meeting was held at the House of the Sacred Flame in Kn...
Scales of Justice
by Ngaio Marsh
Nurse Kettle pushed her bicycle to the top of Watt's Hill and there paused.
Artists in Crime
by Ngaio Marsh
Alleyn leant over the deck-rail, looking at the wet brown wharf and the upturned faces of the people.
False Scent
by Ngaio Marsh
WHEN SHE died it was as if all the love she had inspired in so many people suddenly blossomed.
Grave mistake
by Ngaio Marsh
"BRING ME," sang the ladies of Upper Quintern, "my Bow of Burning Gold."
Last Ditch
by Ngaio Marsh
WITH ALL THEIR easygoing behavior there was, nevertheless, something rarified about the Pharamonds.
Dead Water (A Roderick Alleyn Mystery)
by Ngaio Marsh
A boy stumbled up the hillside, half-blinded by tears.
Clutch of constables
by Ngaio Marsh
'There is,' wrote Miss Rickerby-Carrick, 'no bottom, none, to my unquenchable infamy.'
Hand in Glove
by Ngaio Marsh
While he waited for the water to boil, Alfred belt stared absently at the kitchen calendar: 'With the compliments of The...
Opening night
by Ngaio Marsh
As she turned into Carpet Street the girl wondered at her own obstinacy.
A Man Lay Dead
by Ngaio Marsh
Nigel Bathgate, in the language of his own gossip column, was "definitely intrigued" about his week-end at Frantock.
The Roderick Alleyn mysteries
by Ngaio Marsh
The Home Secretary, with an air of finality, laid down the papers from which he had been reading and glanced round the t...
When in Rome
by Ngaio Marsh
Barnaby Grant looked at the Etruscan Bride ad Bridegroom who reclined so easily on their sarcophagal couch and wondered ...