By ΠΠΎΡΡΠΈΡ Π’ΠΈΠ½Π³
ΠΠΎΡΡΠΈΡ Π’ΠΈΠ½Π³, 2024
ΠΡΠ° ΠΊΠ½ΠΈΠ³Π° ΠΎΡΠ½ΠΎΠ²Π°Π½Π° Π½Π° ΡΠ΅Π°Π»ΡΠ½ΡΡ ΡΠΎΠ±ΡΡΠΈΡΡ , Π½Π°ΠΏΠΎΠΌΠΈΠ½Π°Ρ Π΄Π΅ΡΠ΅ΠΊΡΠΈΠ²Π½ΡΠ΅ ΡΠΎΠΌΠ°Π½Ρ. Π Π½ΠΎΡΠ±ΡΠ΅ 1856 Π³ΠΎΠ΄Π° ΠΆΠΈΡΠ΅Π»ΠΈ ΠΡΠ±Π»ΠΈΠ½Π° Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ ΠΏΠΎΡΡΡΡΠ΅Π½Ρ ΠΆΠ΅ΡΡΠΎΠΊΠΈΠΌ ΡΠ±ΠΈΠΉΡΡΠ²ΠΎΠΌ Π½Π° ΠΆΠ΅Π»Π΅Π·Π½ΠΎΠ΄ΠΎΡΠΎΠΆΠ½ΠΎΠΌ Π²ΠΎΠΊΠ·Π°Π»Π΅. ΠΠ»Π°Π²Π½ΡΠΉ ΠΊΠ°ΡΡΠΈΡ ΠΠΆΠΎΡΠ΄ΠΆ ΠΠΈΡΡΠ» Π±ΡΠ» Π½Π°ΠΉΠ΄Π΅Π½ ΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΠ²ΡΠΌ Π½Π° ΡΠ²ΠΎΠ΅ΠΌ ΡΠ°Π±ΠΎΡΠ΅ΠΌ ΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΠ΅, Ρ ΠΏΡΠΈΠ·Π½Π°ΠΊΠ°ΠΌΠΈ ΡΠΈΠ»ΡΠ½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ ΠΈΠ·Π±ΠΈΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡ. ΠΡΡΠ΄ΠΈΠ΅ ΡΠ±ΠΈΠΉΡΡΠ²Π° ΠΎΡΡΡΡΡΡΠ²ΠΎΠ²Π°Π»ΠΎ, Π° ΠΊΠ°Π±ΠΈΠ½Π΅Ρ Π±ΡΠ» Π·Π°ΠΏΠ΅ΡΡ ΠΈΠ·Π½ΡΡΡΠΈ. Π’ΡΡΡΡΠΈ ΡΡΠ½ΡΠΎΠ² ΡΡΠ΅ΡΠ»ΠΈΠ½Π³ΠΎΠ² ΠΎΡΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΡΡ Π½Π΅ΡΡΠΎΠ½ΡΡΡΠΌΠΈ, ΠΈΡΠΊΠ»ΡΡΠ°Ρ ΠΎΠ³ΡΠ°Π±Π»Π΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅ ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΠΌΠΎΡΠΈΠ². ΠΠ°Π³Π°Π΄ΠΎΡΠ½ΡΠ΅ ΠΎΠ±ΡΡΠΎΡΡΠ΅Π»ΡΡΡΠ²Π° Π΄Π΅Π»Π° ΠΏΠΎΡΡΠ°Π²ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ Π² ΡΡΠΏΠΈΠΊ ΠΎΠΏΡΡΠ½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ Π΄Π΅ΡΠ΅ΠΊΡΠΈΠ²Π° ΠΈ Π²Π΅Π΄ΡΡΠ΅Π³ΠΎ ΡΡΠΈΡΡΠ° ΠΡΠ»Π°Π½Π΄ΠΈΠΈ, Π° ΠΏΡΠ΅ΡΡΠ° Π΄Π΅ΡΠΆΠ°Π»Π° ΠΆΠΈΡΠ΅Π»Π΅ΠΉ ΡΡΡΠ°Π½Ρ Π² Π½Π°ΠΏΡΡΠΆΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠΈ.
Morris Ting, 2024
This book recounts a true story, reminiscent of a novel. In November 1856, Dublin was shocked by a brutal murder at the city's train station. George Little, the chief cashier, was found dead at his desk, brutally beaten. No murder weapon was found, and the office was locked from the inside. Thousands of pounds remained untouched, ruling out robbery as a motive. The perplexing circumstances baffled Ireland's most experienced detective and top lawyer, while the press kept the nation captivated.