Air Of Treason, An: A Sir Robert Carey Mystery (Sir Robert Carey Mysteries) - Plot & Excerpts
“Please will you, mistress?” “Perhaps. Why should I?” “I have a warrant from Her Majesty.” The old lady lifted the warrant and squinted at it from the side of one eye. “Queen’s seal, give aid and so on. Yes. So what? Might be a forgery.” Carey said nothing. “And why would she want it all dug up again after thirty years?” “I don’t know, mistress,” said Carey with surprising humility. “She won’t tell me. She won’t tell me anything, which is extremely annoying.” The old lips stretched in a smile. “It’s a puzzle isn’t it? And the man most folk say was the murderer died four years ago.” “Do you mean my lord of Leicester?” “Of course,” said Mrs. Odingsells, “Who else? Not Sir Richard Verney nor Bald Butler as the Papist book said, they weren’t anywhere near.
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