{"product_id":"the-murder-room","title":"The Murder Room","description":"\u003cp\u003eCommander Adam Dalgliesh  P. D. Jamess formidable and fascinating detective  returns to find himself enmeshed in a terrifying story of passion and mystery -- and in love.  The Dupayne  a small private museum in London devoted to the interwar years 1919 -- 1939  is in turmoil. As its trustees argue over whether it should be closed  one of them is brutally and mysteriously murdered. Yet even as Commander Dalgliesh and his team proceed with their investigation  a second corpse is discovered. Someone in the Dupayne is prepared to kill and kill again. Still more sinister  the murders appear to echo the notorious crimes of the past featured in one of the museums galleries: the Murder Room.  The case is fraught with danger and complications from the outset  but for Dalgliesh the complications are unexpectedly profound. His new relationship with Emma Lavenham -- introduced in the last Dalgliesh novel  Death in Holy Orders -- is at a critical stage. Now  as he moves closer and closer to a solution to the puzzle  he finds himself driven further and further from commitment to the woman he loves.  The Murder Roomis a powerful work of mystery and psychological intricacy from a master of the modern novel.  You cant possibly know him.  I can know enough  Emma said. I cant know everything  no one can. Loving him doesnt give me the right to walk in and out of his mind as if it were my room at college. Hes the most private person Ive ever met. But I know the things about him that matter.  But did she? Emma asked herself. Adam Dalgleish was intimate with those dark crevices of the human mind where horrors lurked which she couldnt begin to comprehend. Not even that appalling scene in the church at St. Anselms had shown her the worst that human beings could do to each other. She knew about those horrors from literature; he explored them daily in his work. Sometimes  waking from sleep in the early hours  the vision she had of him was of the dark face masked  the hands smooth and impersonal in the sleek latex gloves. What hadnt those hands touched? She rehearsed the questions she wondered if she would ever be able to ask. Why do you do it? Is it necessary to your poetry? Why did you choose this job? Or did it choose you? -- from The Murder Room  From the Hardcover edition.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"My Store","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":44974516830261,"sku":"ByrdShop_0770429491","price":133.61,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0627\/8139\/0901\/files\/9780770429492.jpg?v=1770662156","url":"https:\/\/atxbooks.com\/products\/the-murder-room","provider":"ATX Books","version":"1.0","type":"link"}