On Whom the Axe Falls

When he left his cottage to pick a few vegetables from his garden, Reverend Aloicius Quayle hadn't intended lying face down on the cold earth with the morning sun on the back of his head and a vine of runner beans crushed under his chest. He also hadn't intended to have a twenty centimetre bone handled brushed stainless steel knife stuck in his lower back.

But sometimes life doesn't work out as planned, as Reverend Quayle discovered. Before long more religious murders have Detective Inspecto...