Chimes at MidnightA year-end tradition at St. Barbara’s College Oxford ends in the death of a controversial professor. Royce Sheridan had enemies—but which one killed him? A weekend at a stately home may enable Veronica and Claire to uncover the culprit, but as a snowstorm engulfs the house and the body count rises, they may find more than they bargain for. |
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When is this bloody race going to begin?” They stood in the hallowed quadrangle of St. Barbara's College, Oxford. Ivy clad Tudor buildings surrounded the square, their foursquare shapes looming in the drizzly winter night.
When is this bloody race going to begin?” They stood in the hallowed quadrangle of St. Barbara's College, Oxford. Ivy clad Tudor buildings surrounded the square, their foursquare shapes looming in the drizzly winter night.
Pàgina 7
“It'd be a bloody silly question right now.” “I'd have thought that much was obvious. Can you stand, you silly boy?” “Oh, give me a tick.” Ben rolled onto all fours then stood gingerly, testing the weight on his leg.
“It'd be a bloody silly question right now.” “I'd have thought that much was obvious. Can you stand, you silly boy?” “Oh, give me a tick.” Ben rolled onto all fours then stood gingerly, testing the weight on his leg.
Pàgina 11
“And they bloody well searched us all for the murder weapon, too.” “They did indeed. At least they had a police matron to search us.” “It was all rather pointless, I thought. Whoever stabbed Professor Sheridan had more than enough time ...
“And they bloody well searched us all for the murder weapon, too.” “They did indeed. At least they had a police matron to search us.” “It was all rather pointless, I thought. Whoever stabbed Professor Sheridan had more than enough time ...
Pàgina 16
It looked as if he'd suffered a bloody wound.” He paused as if judging whether to tell them or not. “He was stabbed, madam. The police surgeon reckons the weapon was a stiletto or some such thin blade. It'd be something easy enough to ...
It looked as if he'd suffered a bloody wound.” He paused as if judging whether to tell them or not. “He was stabbed, madam. The police surgeon reckons the weapon was a stiletto or some such thin blade. It'd be something easy enough to ...
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“It was only when my mate, Constable Terry Buckler, dragged the bloke off me that I saw the bloody knife in the bloke's hand and realised what had hit me.” Claire gasped. “Good heavens!” “Yes. They took me to hospital.
“It was only when my mate, Constable Terry Buckler, dragged the bloke off me that I saw the bloody knife in the bloke's hand and realised what had hit me.” Claire gasped. “Good heavens!” “Yes. They took me to hospital.
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Continguts
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Chapter Four | 31 |
Chapter Five | 43 |
Chapter Six | 51 |
Chapter Seven | 62 |
Chapter Eight | 71 |
Chapter Ten | 88 |
Chapter Eleven | 98 |
Chapter Twelve | 109 |
Chapter Thirteen | 115 |
Chapter Fourteen | 123 |
Epilogue | 131 |
About the Author | 136 |
Chapter Nine | 80 |
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