Murder Most Posh: A Mrs. Xavier Stayton Mystery - Plot & Excerpts
Lucy was forced to take to bed. Yara fared little better as the sedative the doctor had given her left her quite drowsy. I sat on the divan with my notebook in hand and stared toward the door to our promenade. We had too many suspects; this would never do in a brilliant whodunit. The unhappily married man was the prime culprit. Handsome and wealthy, but ill-bred, with a hussy on the side to boot—yes, this described Mathew Farquhar. Where is the hussy? I asked myself. Then we had the Emerson brothers. Poor Michael, he was only looking out for his brother. No wonder he’d booked the parlor suite for them; he couldn’t keep his brother cooped up in a single room day after day at sea. I thought about Rory’s childlike expression, and how he had peeked down at my feet. What violence might he be capable of? I jotted down the question on my notepad, but it was quickly followed by another: How could he get into her cabin?
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