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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... He's a handsome man who knows it and fancies himself a little too much. Sheridan turned to point out his colleagues ... he's a trial to Jeanette's sensitive nature.” “Well, really...” Claire murmured. “Not far from them is our good ...
... He's a handsome man who knows it and fancies himself a little too much. Sheridan turned to point out his colleagues ... he's a trial to Jeanette's sensitive nature.” “Well, really...” Claire murmured. “Not far from them is our good ...
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... he's leaving for the starting line. We're ready for the off. Excuse me, ladies, I must take my place.” He gave them another bow and walked away. Claire waited until he was out of earshot. “What an unutterable gossip. What did he think ...
... he's leaving for the starting line. We're ready for the off. Excuse me, ladies, I must take my place.” He gave them another bow and walked away. Claire waited until he was out of earshot. “What an unutterable gossip. What did he think ...
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... he's hurt too?” she asked. Claire glanced to where she pointed. “He just sat down on that stone bench. I think he's winded, is all.” “Well, there goes my chance at the jeroboam of champagne,” Ben said wistfully, watching the race ...
... he's hurt too?” she asked. Claire glanced to where she pointed. “He just sat down on that stone bench. I think he's winded, is all.” “Well, there goes my chance at the jeroboam of champagne,” Ben said wistfully, watching the race ...
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... He's also the de facto leader of the Condon Club.” Claire didn't appear to listen. She stared at the bundle held aloft in Thurlow's hands. “Correct me if I'm wrong, but that thing appears to be leaking.” “What?” Ben followed her gaze ...
... He's also the de facto leader of the Condon Club.” Claire didn't appear to listen. She stared at the bundle held aloft in Thurlow's hands. “Correct me if I'm wrong, but that thing appears to be leaking.” “What?” Ben followed her gaze ...
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... he's moved since he sat down there after the scrum caught him.” “You're right.” Ben frowned and went over to the man. “Professor Sheridan? Sir? Are you not well?” Ben reached out to touch Sheridan's shoulder. The man slowly toppled to ...
... he's moved since he sat down there after the scrum caught him.” “You're right.” Ben frowned and went over to the man. “Professor Sheridan? Sir? Are you not well?” Ben reached out to touch Sheridan's shoulder. The man slowly toppled to ...
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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