Murder at St Cuthbert's - Webster, Chris
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Francis Pilkington, an English teacher at St Cuthbert's School, gets a new toy, a Commodore 64 computer. He uses it to solve some of the petty misdemeanours of the pupils, a mess in the boy's toilets, a missing Rolex, stolen lunch money, but, one day, he is called upon to use his fledgling computer skills to solve a much more serious crime, when Anthony Holborne, a candidate for the headship, is found dead by the matron the day before the interview. Is it suicide, or the work of a jealous rival, and can Francis and his digital detective do anything to help? The story is set in the early 1980's…mehr

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Produktbeschreibung
Francis Pilkington, an English teacher at St Cuthbert's School, gets a new toy, a Commodore 64 computer. He uses it to solve some of the petty misdemeanours of the pupils, a mess in the boy's toilets, a missing Rolex, stolen lunch money, but, one day, he is called upon to use his fledgling computer skills to solve a much more serious crime, when Anthony Holborne, a candidate for the headship, is found dead by the matron the day before the interview. Is it suicide, or the work of a jealous rival, and can Francis and his digital detective do anything to help? The story is set in the early 1980's and is full of 80's nostalgia, for 80's computing, 80's schooling-and even 80's loving as developed in the romantic sub-plot.
Autorenporträt
In Conisbrough, in the West Riding, I spent most of my childhood, where there's an old castle, presiding over the local neighbourhood. The castle teased me with its mystery and got me interested in history. Then at Leeds University I took a Literature degree, Choosing an option on Jane Austen and Regency Society, and also one on poetry: worlds which I loved to get lost in - and now I show appreciation by trying my hand at narration. But wait! I have not finished yet: I want to be Poet Laureate - but my poor verse is much too stuffy. I ought to write, like Carol Duffy, of "ishoos" such as global warming and bankers' bonuses, but I can't get the Muse on, though I try.