A sumptuous dinner turns deadly in this Edwardian mystery introducing master chef and amateur detective Auguste Didier - and featuring the charismatic Prince of Wales himself. Only a dinner of first-class excellence can tempt the Prince of Wales to endure the ordeal of being president of the Soci...
In this festive addition to the Auguste Didier series of murder mysteries, Auguste is persuaded to take a job as manager of Cranton's Hotel during the Christmas season, when a mixed party of guests are staying there for the Christmas holidays. Naturally, wherever Auguste goes, murder cannot be fa...
Master Chef at Plum's, the English gentleman's club, Auguste Didier is determined never to play at detective again, untill the day that women are allowed into the hallowed portals to watch the ceremony of Plum's Passing. A rat is left on a dining table, death threats are made and obscene letters ...
This is one of my favourites in Amy Myers's series about Auguste Didier, the French chef who wants to be left in peace to get on with the cooking, but keeps getting involved in murders. In this installment, Auguste is persuaded to take a temporary job as chef at the Old King Cole music hall, in r...
Accused of poisoning a man with the mushrooms he prepared the night of the murder, chef Auguste Didier is forced to investigate the crime himself in order to clear his name.
Late in 1901 Auguste Didier and his Russian bride, Princess Tatiana, are visiting the Yorkshire seat of the long-established Tabor family for a gala ball the king has promised to attend. Lady Priscilla Tabor is devoted to the heritage of the household and, determined that tobacco will not sully h...
She tackled the latter first. Dora was chattering avidly to Elena, as though nothing had happened, so Georgia took the opportunity to whisper to Peter: ‘You felt it?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Me too.’ She was not able to say anything more as she could see Elena had her eye on her and her intention was obvious. Sh...
How could old Dibble work in this stewpot of a kitchen? The range emitted great belches of warmth all day long, because the Rector had to keep his strength up with good hot meals, praise the Lord. The windows and doors might be open, but that only let a fresh blast of heat in from outside. Mrs D....
Perhaps I had been reading too many Agatha Christies, but could this be the reason for the attack on her? Arthur had made it clear that so far as he was concerned, she had no stake at all, but that did not rule out the fact that someone might have believed her. It was possible that Arthur was mis...
We all seemed to be groping in the dark for handholds to pull us back into a world we recognized. Dusk was hurrying to meet night, and the flashing police lights as vans and cars drove past the catering area to the manor forecourt only served to heighten the impression that this was yet another f...
Caroline never took the advice seriously, although looking at her mother’s still perfect complexion, perhaps she should. In a belated attack of conscience, she pulled the brim of the new hat a little further over her forehead. As she emerged onto the front to turn towards ...
True beauty doesn’t have to be sexy, just admired. I took all this in in an instant, and mentally put it aside while I wondered what caused the indignation – and, indeed, the visit. I could not recall any cars under restoration in the Pits that would have a Venus such as this as owner. She wasn’t...
I preferred to pursue the former, since the latter brought to the fore the nose I lacked, the one for storing money. ‘Any time, Jack, any time.’ Last time I had seen Harry, he had chuckled in joyful anticipation of getting his hands on Dad’s collection of automobilia, with or without Classic Car ...
It was Whitsun and tomorrow was a holiday – or was it already today? Whatever time was it? The telephone bell was ringing and ringing insistently. ‘If that’s C,’ Caroline hissed to Yves, ‘tell him the operator has the wrong number.’ A call in the middle of the night could ...
He was having second thoughts after his first enthusiasm. ‘I see what you mean about them. The ones marked “white envelope” which have no identification aren’t going to tell us a lot; the ones that are identified are similar to those we’ve already seen. As for the others, we only have the Hollywo...
This is a nice surprise.’ That was only half true. As soon as Georgia saw him in the office, when she returned from Chillingham to see Peter, she feared the worst. Her father was calling in the heavy brigade far too soon. And Mike Gilroy was definitely heavy. Mild he might seem, a gentle ambling ...
Laurence had been gone for two whole hours, and there had not even been a telephone call. This afternoon she had been helping with the preparations for the harvest supper which was due to begin in thirty minutes, and she had come home to hear the news about Phoebe. ‘Why didn’t your father come to...