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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Seeing them looking his way, he gave them a hearty wave. “He seems chipper enough,” Veronica remarked. “I'm glad to see it.” Claire looked pensive. “The poor boy's had quite a year.” Veronica sighed. Haven't we all?
Seeing them looking his way, he gave them a hearty wave. “He seems chipper enough,” Veronica remarked. “I'm glad to see it.” Claire looked pensive. “The poor boy's had quite a year.” Veronica sighed. Haven't we all?
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He gave them another bow and walked away. Claire waited until he was out of earshot. “What an unutterable gossip. What did he think he was doing, dishing the dirt on his colleagues?” “Some people are like that.” Veronica shivered.
He gave them another bow and walked away. Claire waited until he was out of earshot. “What an unutterable gossip. What did he think he was doing, dishing the dirt on his colleagues?” “Some people are like that.” Veronica shivered.
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At that moment, Thurlow gave a cry of disgust and held the bundle at arm's length. “What on earth?” McAllister cried. “Give me that, sir!” Thurlow mutely handed the bundle to the college policeman and stepped back.
At that moment, Thurlow gave a cry of disgust and held the bundle at arm's length. “What on earth?” McAllister cried. “Give me that, sir!” Thurlow mutely handed the bundle to the college policeman and stepped back.
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She gave a soft snort of laughter, then sang softly in her beautiful contralto, “It's four o'clock in the mooorning, the cops quizzed us all night through...” Veronica rolled onto her side and looked up at her.
She gave a soft snort of laughter, then sang softly in her beautiful contralto, “It's four o'clock in the mooorning, the cops quizzed us all night through...” Veronica rolled onto her side and looked up at her.
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“It's our old friend Inspector Conliffe. He'd like to speak with us.” “Oh.” Veronica hid a cavernous yawn behind her serviette. “I do hope he won't keep us for long, as I feel utterly fagged out.” Claire gave her a wicked little smile.
“It's our old friend Inspector Conliffe. He'd like to speak with us.” “Oh.” Veronica hid a cavernous yawn behind her serviette. “I do hope he won't keep us for long, as I feel utterly fagged out.” Claire gave her a wicked little smile.
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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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