Chimes at MidnightA year-end tradition at St. Barbara’s College Oxford ends in the death of a controversial professor. Royce Sheridan had enemies—but which one killed him? A weekend at a stately home may enable Veronica and Claire to uncover the culprit, but as a snowstorm engulfs the house and the body count rises, they may find more than they bargain for. |
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... face. His dark academic robe hung open to reveal a light-coloured tweed suit set off by a vivid scarlet bow tie. A matching scarlet kerchief poked saucily from his breast pocket. He eyed her with a slight smile. The air around him ...
... face. His dark academic robe hung open to reveal a light-coloured tweed suit set off by a vivid scarlet bow tie. A matching scarlet kerchief poked saucily from his breast pocket. He eyed her with a slight smile. The air around him ...
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... face set into a grim expression as he took out a pocketknife and began to cut the twine wrapping the bundle. Veronica gulped. The blood—or whatever it was—soon coated McAllister's hands. “This isn't the same cloth the bundle's wrapped ...
... face set into a grim expression as he took out a pocketknife and began to cut the twine wrapping the bundle. Veronica gulped. The blood—or whatever it was—soon coated McAllister's hands. “This isn't the same cloth the bundle's wrapped ...
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Chapter. Two. Sunday, 2nd December. V. eronica and collapsed dropped face her down purse on on the the hotel floor, bed. shed “I don't her think coat, I've felt this tired since we returned from Iraq.” “Me neither, darling.” Claire sat ...
Chapter. Two. Sunday, 2nd December. V. eronica and collapsed dropped face her down purse on on the the hotel floor, bed. shed “I don't her think coat, I've felt this tired since we returned from Iraq.” “Me neither, darling.” Claire sat ...
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... face and kissed her gently. “You've got other things to think about now, my poor darling.” “I know.” Veronica clasped Claire's hands. “It's enough to worry about—if you can call feeling like I've swallowed a gallon of ice-cold water ...
... face and kissed her gently. “You've got other things to think about now, my poor darling.” “I know.” Veronica clasped Claire's hands. “It's enough to worry about—if you can call feeling like I've swallowed a gallon of ice-cold water ...
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... face. “How important is the letter to you, Your Ladyship?” “It's very important. The letter's so indiscrete it would quite ruin me, should the contents come out into public knowledge. The scandal will do severe harm to the college.” “I ...
... face. “How important is the letter to you, Your Ladyship?” “It's very important. The letter's so indiscrete it would quite ruin me, should the contents come out into public knowledge. The scandal will do severe harm to the college.” “I ...
Contents
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Chapter Four | 31 |
Chapter Five | 43 |
Chapter Six | 51 |
Chapter Seven | 62 |
Chapter Eight | 71 |
Chapter Ten | 88 |
Chapter Eleven | 98 |
Chapter Twelve | 109 |
Chapter Thirteen | 115 |
Chapter Fourteen | 123 |
Epilogue | 131 |
About the Author | 136 |
Chapter Nine | 80 |
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