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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... voice with a trace of Irish lilt spoke from behind them. Veronica tried not to flinch when she realised a man had approached them without her knowing. She turned quickly, her guard up. Claire touched her arm reassuringly. “Good evening ...
... voice with a trace of Irish lilt spoke from behind them. Veronica tried not to flinch when she realised a man had approached them without her knowing. She turned quickly, her guard up. Claire touched her arm reassuringly. “Good evening ...
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... voice. “I speak only the truth, so.” Sheridan had greying russet-red hair, cut longer than was fashionable. The locks swept back from a lofty forehead, kept in place by a jaunty dark green felt hat. A neat extended goatee adorned his ...
... voice. “I speak only the truth, so.” Sheridan had greying russet-red hair, cut longer than was fashionable. The locks swept back from a lofty forehead, kept in place by a jaunty dark green felt hat. A neat extended goatee adorned his ...
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... the noise. A surge of young men in green and yellow raced past her mere feet away, yelling at the tops of their voices. Elbows jabbed, see the arms pushed, legs tripped. A round cloth covered object bobbed 5 Chimes at Midnight.
... the noise. A surge of young men in green and yellow raced past her mere feet away, yelling at the tops of their voices. Elbows jabbed, see the arms pushed, legs tripped. A round cloth covered object bobbed 5 Chimes at Midnight.
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... voice. “By then, I hope we'll be back in London,” Veronica said over her coffee cup. “At least Muriel knows how to repel boarders.” “She's had plenty of practice, unfortunately. That woman's a saint. We should give her a raise. Sixty ...
... voice. “By then, I hope we'll be back in London,” Veronica said over her coffee cup. “At least Muriel knows how to repel boarders.” “She's had plenty of practice, unfortunately. That woman's a saint. We should give her a raise. Sixty ...
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... reckons the weapon was a stiletto or some such thin blade. It'd be something easy enough to carry about the person.” “Yes, I suppose it would be.” “Ronnie...” Claire said, her voice almost a low growl. “Don't 16 A.J. Matthews.
... reckons the weapon was a stiletto or some such thin blade. It'd be something easy enough to carry about the person.” “Yes, I suppose it would be.” “Ronnie...” Claire said, her voice almost a low growl. “Don't 16 A.J. Matthews.
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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