None but the most blindly credulous will imagine the characters and events in this story to be anything but fictitious. It is true that the ancient and noble city of Oxford is, of all the towns of England, the likeliest… — Edmund Crispin Copy Share Image
“At this rate, he felt, he might even live to see the day when novelists described their characters by some other device than that… — Edmund Crispin Copy Share Image
“To its left stood a transistor radio, which was emitting and indeed had been emitting for some considerable time, a symphonic movement of vaguely… — Edmund Crispin Copy Share Image
“Discretion,” said Fen with great complacency, “is my middle name.” “I dare say. But very few people use their middle names.” — Edmund Crispin Copy Share Image
“Indeed,' he said, tapping his fingers very rapidly on the desk. 'Indeed. I'm very pleased to know you, sir. Do me the honour of… — Edmund Crispin Copy Share Image
None but the most blindly credulous will imagine the characters and events in this story to be anything but fictitious. It is true that… — Edmund Crispin Copy Share Image
“Down the Woodstock Road towards them an elderly, abnormally thin man was pedalling, his thin white hair streaming in the wind and sheer desperation… — Edmund Crispin Copy Share Image
“The Misses Bale don’t like it a bit, but I say to them, “Titty,” I say -or as it may be, “Tatty” – their… — Edmund Crispin Copy Share Image
“Well, my dear fellow, if you say so. But who is the Botticelli murderer?’ ‘I don’t know.’ ‘But you must know by now, my… — Edmund Crispin Copy Share Image
[A] science fiction story is one which presupposes a technology, or an effect of technology, or a disturbance in the natural order, such as… — Edmund Crispin Copy Share Image
“As the popularity of science-fiction increases, so inevitably does the volume of clownish imprecation against it.” — Edmund Crispin Copy Share Image
“He dredged in a pocket, producing from it a box of non-ethical, and indeed totally inefficacious, tranquillizers, such as could be bought without a… — Edmund Crispin Copy Share Image