Everything a bell should be,"" or so it was, but now the rope is broken and worse yet, the bell still rings somehow, though...

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THE HAUNTED CHURCHBELL

Everything a bell should be,"" or so it was, but now the rope is broken and worse yet, the bell still rings somehow, though only at midnight, whereupon there follows also unexplainably the howling sound of wolves. That splendidly pompous Sir Roger de Rudisill (The Haunted Spy, 1969) has but to query the Innkeeper -- ""Upon my soul, Boniface, why this dire change in your pleasant village?"" -- to find himself ""vastly intrigued"" by and sole solver of a most accommodatingly congenial bit of mystery. What gives? The culprit is ""Egad, a musical Hermit!"" who from high up on a lonely hill sling-shoots a snowball at the bell to hear an A: ""It's my ch-ch-ch-cello. . . and I couldn't tune it. . . ""; the howling sound of course was what came out when he put bow to string. As grandly lampooned on the merry monkish pictures as its predecessor was, and with story line more evenly deployed, a choice and roguish read-aloud.

Pub Date: March 26, 1971

ISBN: N/A

Page Count: -

Publisher: Doubleday

Review Posted Online: N/A

Kirkus Reviews Issue: March 1, 1971

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