About the book: 2008 / "... And she laughed with her usual good-natured laugh, making it clear that she was joking, and, without peering too closely, looked out the nearby window - not looking too closely, because she knew very well that rarely anyone came into the front drawing room, the windows of which looked out onto the street - Mr. and Mrs. Spenlow preferred to spend their time in the small drawing room at the back of the house. But fleeting as this glance was, she approached to the window for good reason. She really couldn't see anyone alive there. But she managed to notice Mrs. Spenlow lying on the rug in front of the fireplace - she was dead. …»