Fear Came First

I hope I haven't kept you waiting. Yes, this is the crime club. I'm the librarian. Fear came first. Yes, we have that crime club story for you. Come right over. You're here. Take the easy chair by the window.

Comfortable? The book is on this shelf. Here it is. Fear came first by Vera Kelser, the very intriguing story of a house that was divided by fear until united by death. Let's look at it under the reading lamp.

Madrona Place was the real estate empire that grandfather Wales had built and died building. A square mile of rolling fields and woodland and lakes. And yes, a huge grey house, the manor house, the gloomy headquarters of Denz.

It was at this house that Thor satal and arrived one blustering evening in March. And as he waited in the icy wind, he thought of a warm reception he knew he'd get. The door opened.

Yes? Oh, well, what do you want? I'm sorry I thought I was expecting you. I'm free time for Saturday. Well I'm still freezing. Hold this Winston's grandson. Oh. You see I was expecting her to open the door and I...

Well you'd better come in. Yes thank you. Well quickly if you don't mind. Oh that's better. How are you Vikings can stand the cold. Now let's take a good look at you. Well couldn't you tell me about my grandmother first.

Pop cartoon with my soul. About my grandmother Miss... Well honey. First cousin to Flair. But you can call me. Who's that, Eileen? A man, Bueller. And he belongs. Hold those grandson. What? Yes. Wouldn't you like to meet him?

Thank you. I have other things to do. Isn't she charming, Thor? My aunt, by marriage. An outsider who married a son of the late grandfather whale. Late? Oh, didn't you know? The Lord of the Nanna was tucked away in his beloved real estate six weeks ago.