tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190304989655261330.post2109409945749329081..comments2023-10-25T10:47:16.360+01:00Comments on GK Chesterton Society of Ireland: The So-Called Art of MurderThe Irish Chesterton Societyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17423089604496089878noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190304989655261330.post-74236294690891360692011-02-10T18:43:33.371+00:002011-02-10T18:43:33.371+00:00That story gave me the spooks when I was younger. ...That story gave me the spooks when I was younger. But then, a mysterious face at a window always does.<br /><br />I was excited by the idea of the Red-Headed League until I found out (what a disappointment!) it was just a cover story; I liked the idea of the missing turkey (or was it a goose?) in The Blue Carbuncle before-- yawn-- it turned out to contain a priceless gem.Maolsheachlannhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09406722311993627528noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190304989655261330.post-76417234094629220372011-02-10T17:15:23.762+00:002011-02-10T17:15:23.762+00:00One of my favourite Holmes stories has no murder i...One of my favourite Holmes stories has no murder in it at all, The Adventure of the Yellow Face. It ends with a wonderful scene where the principal protagonist responds to the shock of discovering that he's the stepfather of a mixed-race child. <br /><br />"...when [Munro's] answer came it was one of which I love to think. He lifted the little child, kissed her, and then, still carrying her, he held his other hand out to his wife and turned towards the door. 'We can talk it over more comfortably at home,' said he. 'I am not a very good man, Effie, but I think that I am a better one than you have given me credit for being.'"Éamonnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11560394580179348894noreply@blogger.com