Mirabelle Bevan used to work for the British Secret Service during the war. Six years later, she's in mourning and working for a debt collection agency. When her boss mysteriously disappears, Mirabelle calls upon her skills to find out what happened.A fun 1950s English detective book. The charact...
They were both on their second martinis and had finished a tiny bowl of crackers. Duke’s bar looked the same late at night as it did in the afternoon, which, Vesta realised, made it very intimate. It was easy to lose track of time when she was with Charlie. He was telling her about his service da...
By the time they left the bistro it was well after nine o’clock and Mirabelle felt a lot better now she had eaten. The night air was refreshing as they hailed a taxi on the rue Saint-Honoré and Mirabelle gave the driver directions to the rue de Siam. It was late to make a social call, but the tra...
We hovered near his residence unsure what to do. We had no other friendly name to hand and no recommendation to secure us lodgings. Mr Thom’s Chinese housekeeper, apparently left alone in the Consulate, did not know when her master might return and had the surly manner of one haughty from being l...
For it is the 12th of the month – St Ammonaria’s Day – and Farida is particularly fond of female saints. It is not that Mickey Ibn Mudar’s wife is devout in any way, but she does love a good story and the tale of the Catholic martyr Ammonaria refers not to one girl killed for her faith, but two. ...
Trying to keep the click of their heels on the cobbles to a minimum, the women sneaked into the shadowy entranceway directly opposite Marsden’s rooms. The last of the light had faded. It was ten o’clock. All over Cambridge, church bells were striking. Two students parked their bikes and disappear...
‘This flat suits you, Mirabelle,’ Vesta announced the following morning . She had never slept anywhere so swanky – it was a far cry from the sparse bedsit she rented on the top floor of a shop along from the People’s Picture Palace on Lewes Road. She’d known, of course, that Mirabelle had some mo...