9780312351434: The Letter Killeth
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ISBN 10: 0312351437 ISBN 13: 9780312351434
Verlag: Minotaur Books, 2006

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Once the college football season draws to a close for the Fighting Irish, there is little reason to ride out the winter in South Bend, Indiana. Those who can leave do, but P.I. Philip Knight stays on at Notre Dame when the university asks him to discreetly investigate a rash of threatening letters that have been sent to a number of administrators, including the new football coach, who resurrected the team in a single year.
 
While conspiracy theories are as prevalent as the cold, Philip and his brother Roger think the letters are probably a prank or possibly a student paper's attempt at yellow journalism but nothing more. Then a controversial professor's car is set on fire, a man is found dead on campus, and the Knight brothers find themselves hot on the trail of a killer in Ralph McInerny's tenth mystery set at Notre Dame.

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Ralph McInerny has taught for more than fifty years at the University of Notre Dame, where he is the director of the Jacques Maritain Center.

RALPH McINERNY is the author of over thirty books, including the popular Father Dowling mystery series, and has taught for more than fifty years at the University of Notre Dame, where he is the director of the Jacques Maritain Center. He has been awarded the Bouchercon Lifetime Achievement Award and was recently appointed to the President's Committee on the Arts and Humanities. He lives in South Bend, Indiana.


RALPH McINERNY is the author of over thirty books, including the popular Father Dowling mystery series, and has taught for more than fifty years at the University of Notre Dame, where he is the director of the Jacques Maritain Center. He has been awarded the Bouchercon Lifetime Achievement Award and was recently appointed to the President’s Committee on the Arts and Humanities. He lives in South Bend, Indiana.

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"Most readers will be converted to die-hard Notre Dame fans and possibly Catholicism."
--Kirkus Reviews on Irish Coffee
 
Once the college football season draws to a close for the Fighting Irish, there is little reason to ride out the winter in South Bend, Indiana. Those who can leave do, but P.I. Philip Knight stays on at Notre Dame when the university asks him to discreetly investigate a rash of threatening letters that have been sent to a number of administrators, including the new football coach, who resurrected the team in a single year.
 
While conspiracy theories are as prevalent as the cold, Philip and his brother Roger think the letters are probably a prank or possibly a student paper’s attempt at yellow journalism but nothing more. Then a controversial professor’s car is set on fire, a man is found dead on campus, and the Knight brothers find themselves hot on the trail of a killer in Ralph McInerny’s tenth mystery set at Notre Dame.

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"Most readers will be converted to die-hard Notre Dame fans and possibly Catholicism."
--Kirkus Reviews on Irish Coffee
Once the college football season draws to a close for the Fighting Irish, there is little reason to ride out the winter in South Bend, Indiana. Those who can leave do, but P.I. Philip Knight stays on at Notre Dame when the university asks him to discreetly investigate a rash of threatening letters that have been sent to a number of administrators, including the new football coach, who resurrected the team in a single year.
While conspiracy theories are as prevalent as the cold, Philip and his brother Roger think the letters are probably a prank or possibly a student paper s attempt at yellow journalism but nothing more. Then a controversial professor s car is set on fire, a man is found dead on campus, and the Knight brothers find themselves hot on the trail of a killer in Ralph McInerny s tenth mystery set at Notre Dame.
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"Most readers will be converted to die-hard Notre Dame fans and possibly Catholicism."
--Kirkus Reviews on Irish Coffee
 
Once the college football season draws to a close for the Fighting Irish, there is little reason to ride out the winter in South Bend, Indiana. Those who can leave do, but P.I. Philip Knight stays on at Notre Dame when the university asks him to discreetly investigate a rash of threatening letters that have been sent to a number of administrators, including the new football coach, who resurrected the team in a single year.
 
While conspiracy theories are as prevalent as the cold, Philip and his brother Roger think the letters are probably a prank or possibly a student paper s attempt at yellow journalism but nothing more. Then a controversial professor s car is set on fire, a man is found dead on campus, and the Knight brothers find themselves hot on the trail of a killer in Ralph McInerny s tenth mystery set at Notre Dame.

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The Letter Killeth

By McInerny, Ralph

St. Martin's Minotaur

Copyright © 2006 McInerny, Ralph
All right reserved.
ISBN: 9780312351434
Part One
 
Winter lingers in northern
 
Indiana, and snow continues to fall well into March, courtesy of Lake Michigan. Sometimes, of course, snow comes fluttering down with all the sweetness of a Christmas card, the weather almost balmy, puffs of breath before the face a delightful joke. More often than not, however, the temperature hovers around zero, and snow comes in on a blast of frigid wind that sends students scurrying across the campus from room to library to class to dining hall, all bundled up
 
like Nanook of the North. Fortunately the campus walks are quickly cleared or it would have been impossible for Roger Knight to get around in his golf cart. For his brother, Phil, the Notre Dame winters were the only blemish in their current life. Not even following the fortunes of the hockey team could keep Florida from his mind as the days grew short and overcast and the snow deeper.
 
“You should go, Phil,” Roger urged.
 
“But you can’t get away now.”
 
“What does that have to do with it? Phil, you know I don’t golf or play tennis.” Roger paused. “Of course, you smile. The thought is ridiculous. Check with the travel bureau.”
 
“Maybe I will.”
 
Later, Roger got on the Web and went to a travel site and looked into plane tickets and resorts in the Sarasota area. Of course, he could not make the arrangements final without Phil’s go-ahead.
 
“You’re trying to get rid of me.”
 
“Of course, if you insist, I could resign from the faculty and go off with you.”
 
“Ha. Actually, I’m beginning to like this kind of winter.”
 
“Snow eventually melts, Phil.”
 
Yes, and the sun also rises, but it would have been difficult to prove that in the gray and overcast days that lay ahead. How much gloomier it would have been without the snow.
 
Phil’s decision to stay was not the result of anything Roger said. It was the letters.
 
Father Carmody called and told Phil, “You’ll think I’m crazy.”
 
“The weather getting to you, Father?”
 
“What’s wrong with the weather?”
 
“Have you been out lately?”
 
“I am just this minute leaving the Main Building. I think I’ve taken on a fool’s errand, and I want company. Can I come over there?”
 
“I could come to Holy Cross House.”
 
“It’ll be easier for me to come there.”
 
Father Carmody was a reluctant resident of Holy Cross House, not because he did not like the accommodations of the retirement home for priests, but because of its associations. All the other residents save one or two were sliding slowly from this life, often having already left their minds behind. Father Carmody had his meals in his room so as to avoid the refectory where old men were spoon-fed by nurses, their chins wiped, all the while being talked to as if they were babies. Many of the most pathetic cases were men years younger than Father Carmody.
 
Father Wangle had given him excellent advice when he moved in. “Avoid all gatherings, refuse to take part in physical therapy, get your hair cut on campus.”
 
The reason for the last remark became clear to Father Carmody when he saw the wheelchairs lined up, their occupants, many once prominent and powerful in the congregation or in the university, awaiting their turn to get a haircut that would have done a marine recruit proud.
 
“Stay active,” Wangle said, summing it up.
 
Father Carmody had stayed active, perhaps too active for some. There were times when he felt like the Ghost of Christmas Past when he dropped in on the president or provost to give them the advantage of his thoughts on this or that. Once he had been a powerful presence in the university administration, not out front, but influencing the course of things from discreet obscurity. Officers came and went, golden boys rose and fell, but Father Carmody had always survived, ready to guide neophytes along the paths of effective administration.
 
Nowadays he did not speak softly, but he carried no big stick. In the provost’s outer office, he took a chair and fell into conversation with a young priest he did not know. How pink and blond he looked. And nervous. Ah well, coming to see the provost was like a visit to Oz. Father Carmody sought to cheer him up, asked his name, found that he had studied in Rome.
 
“Ah, Rome.”
 
“Have you been there, Father?”
 
Carmody looked sharply at the young priest, but neither humor nor insolence seemed to explain the preposterous question. No point in explaining that he had been in Rome as assistant general of the Congregation of Holy Cross during what he liked to think were the boom years. Obviously Father Conway did not recognize him. Well, for that matter, ten minutes had passed before he realized that Conway was an assistant provost.
 
“I’m thinking of visiting,” Father Carmody murmured.
 
“We have a house there, you know.”
 
This is what it will be like after I am dead, Father Carmody thought. Like grass of the field, swept away to be burnt, and no memory of it left. He had become a stranger in the institution to which he had devoted the long years of his life. Well, what did he want, a life-sized statue like those of Ned and Ted in front of the library? His name on a building or two? Better try to wring spiritual benefit from it. We have here no lasting city. Heaven’s my destination.
 
The young priest was Tim Conway, and he had only recently been appointed assistant to the provost.
 
“And what are your tasks?”
 
“Troubleshooting. Mostly student affairs so far.”
 
“Isn’t there a prefect of student affairs?”
 
“You must mean Iglesias.”
 
Father Carmody frowned. “The singer?”
 
Tim looked blank. “No, Ben Iglesias. Student affairs.”
 
“He’s the prefect?”
 
“He’s a vice president.”
 
“Of course.”
 
What Father Carmody thought of the bureaucratization of the university and the resulting multiplication of administrative officers was a subject best brought up during a visit to the community cemetery, where he could walk the rows of identical crosses, communing with the dead and letting them know what Charles Carmody thought of what was going on around...

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Verlag
Minotaur Books
Erscheinungsdatum
2006
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
0312351437
ISBN 13 
9780312351434
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240
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