Murder Under The Kissing Bough: (Auguste Didier Mystery 6) - Plot & Excerpts
Then duty whispered in one ear, and her sister conscience confiscated the other. It was Boxing Day, they informed him; the exciting Twelve Days of Christmas, for which he had sole responsibility for the enjoyment of fourteen paying guests in his very first hotel, had barely begun. To superintend breakfast should be his sole desire at present. Somewhere deep inside him another voice was reminding him that there were far more unpleasant matters than breakfast to investigate. A murder in the fog, and the disappearance of the murderess, for instance. Perhaps just a few more minutes of oblivion. . . Duty was, however, victorious and within thirty minutes Auguste was taking his place in the breakfast room, narrowly beating the first of the guests to brave a downstairs appearance as opposed to taking a tray in their room. His eagle eye quickly moved over the delicacies in their chafing dishes, and noticed the waiter’s defensive face. Auguste for the first time was aware of a gulf between the staff and himself, something lost, something gained.
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