The queer culprit

The queer culprit

He likes reading books.

Especially detective fictions make him happy.

Remembering the night, in which he stumbled into his father's library, he can't help but thank God.

In those days he was a ignorant naughty.

So reading was beyond his taste.

But somehow the fictions fascinated him.

Sherlock Holmes, Hercule Poirot, Sir Henry Merrivale, etc.

There were many masterpieces like 'The Tragedy of Y', 'The Three Coffins'.

From the attraction, reading all of books in the library ensued.

That didn't appease his curiosity.

So he plans to read all mysteries.

Regardless of all comforts, he devoted himself to read mysteries.

Of course,though he was a quick reader, the flood of publishing don't stop.

He couldn't keep up with.

He died of starving .

The reading can be the murderer-- in a sense.