ruth harkness


Mexican Mornings: July 1948

I haven't seen Lord Freddy for almost a week now, but I presume he is well and happy, or I'd have heard about it.
July 1948

Mexican Mornings: October 1947

It was Sunday morning in Zacualtipán.
October 1947

Mexican Mornings: July 1947

It was still early when Maria de Jesús padded down through the mango grove with a brimming market basket.
July 1947

Mexican Mornings: June 1947

It was the morning that I had to go to Mexico City on which Lord Freddy chose to disappear.
June 1947

Mexican Mornings: April 1947

Most people, I understand, prefer their murder mysteries in the quiet and seclusion of dark nights.
April 1947

Mexican Mornings: March 1947

“You're as mad as a hatter,” said Don Federico morosely.
March 1947

Mexican Mornings: February 1947

All winter long, everywhere you went you heard and saw nothing but Mexico.
February 1947

Saludos:Part IX

Señor Juan da Silva was a Portuguese gentleman of the old school—courtly, gracious and somehow tragic.
October 1945

Saludos: Part VI

January 1945
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