When a young woman dies during a shooting party at the country estate of a dissolute count, a magistrate is called upon to investigate. The mystery deepens and suspicion falls more widely as it emerges that the dead woman was at the centre of a tangled web of relationships: with her elderly husband,
The Shooting Party Reconsidered
โ Scribed by Isabel Colegate
- Book ID
- 124812652
- Year
- 2003
- Weight
- 406 KB
- Volume
- 94
- Category
- Article
- ISSN
- 0275-1410
- DOI
- 10.2307/4385248
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