
THE FOX SLIPPED quietly through the night in search of food, with only the occasional flash of his white-tipped brush flagging his presence.
THE FOX SLIPPED quietly through the night in search of food, with only the occasional flash of his white-tipped brush flagging his presence.
When elderly Ailsa Lockyer-Fox is found dead in her garden, dressed only in nightclothes and with bloodstains on the ground near her body, the finger of suspicion points at her wealthy husband, Colonel James Lockyer-Fox. A coroner's investigation deems it death by natural causes, but the gossip surrounding James refuses to go away.
1949
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