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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Poor dear. Amory's a chum, but I fear he's a trial to Jeanette's sensitive nature.” “Well, really...” Claire murmured. “Not far from them is our good beadle, Dr. McAllister, our very own college policeman. He's talking to our esteemed ...
Poor dear. Amory's a chum, but I fear he's a trial to Jeanette's sensitive nature.” “Well, really...” Claire murmured. “Not far from them is our good beadle, Dr. McAllister, our very own college policeman. He's talking to our esteemed ...
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“Nor is it parchment within. It feels heavier, too.” He unwrapped the last sheet of cloth. “Oh, dear God...” A collective cry of disgust went up. Two women fainted. One male student tottered aside to be carefully sick in the nearby ...
“Nor is it parchment within. It feels heavier, too.” He unwrapped the last sheet of cloth. “Oh, dear God...” A collective cry of disgust went up. Two women fainted. One male student tottered aside to be carefully sick in the nearby ...
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Oh dear... “I understand.” Conliffe put his hat on and touched the brim. “Good morning to you both.” “Good morning,” they chorused. He exited through the main door, glanced at the grey sky, then pulled up his overcoat collar as he ...
Oh dear... “I understand.” Conliffe put his hat on and touched the brim. “Good morning to you both.” “Good morning,” they chorused. He exited through the main door, glanced at the grey sky, then pulled up his overcoat collar as he ...
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“You're expecting, aren't you, my dear?” Lady Alice asked Veronica. “How did you know?” Veronica looked down at her dress, a rich red number with creamy-white beadwork. “I'm not showing yet, I don't think.” “You're not.
“You're expecting, aren't you, my dear?” Lady Alice asked Veronica. “How did you know?” Veronica looked down at her dress, a rich red number with creamy-white beadwork. “I'm not showing yet, I don't think.” “You're not.
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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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Anthony appeared asked Barbara’s bedroom believe bloody bundle Claire Claire’s closed course darling dear dearest Doctor don’t door dressing entered eyes face feel followed gave gaze give glanced guests hall hand happened Haynes he’s head heard held hope Hoyland It’s Jeanette Judd keep killed Lady Alice lane last night leaned leave letter looked maid Mary McAllister mind miss murder Muriel murmured Nash nodded once opened passageway passed Perhaps pointed police Polly poor Professor Sheridan reached replied returned seems Sheridan shook showed side sighed smile snow sounded standing stay stood sure tell Thank That’s There’s thing thought Thurlow told took touched turned Veronica Veronica and Claire village voice wait walked Watkins window woman wonder young