He relayed what Elspeth Muir had said about Peregrine’s being adopted. “Ah,” she had said. “That explains some of the rumors.” “Meaning?” “Well, he doesn’t really look like any of them. Father nor mother. The rather mean village tittle-tattle should not be repeated, but it does get around.” He sh...
He began the day with a breakfast of muesli with blueberries, buttered wheat toast, and a pot of strong tea—a wholesome meal consumed over the appetite-destroying pages of the Globe and Bugle. The paper throbbed with the news of Wanda’s demise, the bare facts of which were related in near-histrio...
said Cotton. “We spoke with Gwynyth extensively yesterday—as the ex-wife she merited special attention. Sad that being an ex-spouse always makes one the prime suspect, what? Still, why don’t you have a word with her, Max, once we’ve finished with Simon?” “All right, I will,” said Max. “As to Simo...
Just was a fair man, and he struggled to meet all suspects, however suspect they might be, with an open mind and on an even footing. But he did not like Geraldo Valentiano on sight and that was a fact. The man reeked of wealth, in addition to an overpowering men’s cologne. Wealth and entitlement ...
The nunnery must always be known for fair dealing. —The Rule of the Order of the Handmaids of St. Lucy Max left Lord Lislelivet ten minutes later, none the wiser as to who might have wanted to poison the man—except in a general sort of way—and why. Lord Lislelivet may have been no one’s idea of a...
Just’s room was on the top floor of the castle, and while small, it more than lived up to the themes of plunder and pillage introduced by the main rooms below. To his delight, it proved to be one of the corner rooms featuring a turret. The turret itself had been transformed into a writing nook, c...