The Mystery At Underwood House (An Angela Marchmont Mystery) - Plot & Excerpts
A gleaming white construction with a modern, featureless aspect, it perched uncomfortably among the lush shrubbery and well-tended lawns that sloped gently down to the river some hundred or so yards away.Mrs. Marchmont was admitted by an unsmiling parlourmaid into a stark, pale entrance hall that gave little indication of its owner’s personality, since it contained almost no furniture and no knick-knacks or ornaments of any kind. Angela was eyeing a spindly tubular chair doubtfully and pondering whether or not to risk sitting on it, when she heard footsteps approaching from above.‘Mrs. Marchmont,’ said an imperious voice. ‘I am Ursula Haynes.’Angela squinted upwards, but the bright sunlight shining in through a window on the half-landing prevented her from seeing anything but a straight, slim shadow. There was a long silence, then the figure descended and its face came into view. Angela’s first impression was one of absolute rigidity. Ursula Haynes was of only average height, yet she carried herself so upright that she seemed rather taller than she really was.
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