pemThere was something about those hands, with their strangely crisped fingers, as though they had been arrested in the very act of closing, that somehow gave the lie to the woman's attitude of sleep.emp pA howling gale ... A lonely farmhouse ... the tread of a mysterious stranger ... and then the corpse of a beautiful blonde, seemingly stopped in the act of writing.p pThis is all a bit much for local bobby PC Gunnet, especially when it seems the dead - and aristocratic - woman shouldn't even have been there in the first place. But nonetheless the owner of the farm, John Leslie, is convicted, and his guilt looks certain. Certain, that is, until the eccentric Allen Hatter Fayre, an old India hand, begins to look more deeply into the case and discovers more than one rival suspect in this classic and satisfying puzzler.p pemThe Draycott Murder Mysteryem, a whodunit hinging enigmatically on the evidence of a fountain pen, was first published in 1928. This new edition, the first for many de