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 paused and looked to the side. “What is it, Unwin?” A college porter came up and touched the brim of his bowler hat. “A letter for you, Professor.” “Oh?” Sheridan took the envelope, glanced at it then thrust it in his pocket.
He paused and looked to the side. “What is it, Unwin?” A college porter came up and touched the brim of his bowler hat. “A letter for you, Professor.” “Oh?” Sheridan took the envelope, glanced at it then thrust it in his pocket.
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Veronica looked beyond them to where Professor Sheridan staggered into the cover of the gatehouse archway. “Do you think he's hurt too?” she asked. Claire glanced to where she pointed. “He just sat down on that stone bench.
Veronica looked beyond them to where Professor Sheridan staggered into the cover of the gatehouse archway. “Do you think he's hurt too?” she asked. Claire glanced to where she pointed. “He just sat down on that stone bench.
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“What on earth?” McAllister cried. “Give me that, sir!” Thurlow mutely handed the bundle to the college policeman and stepped back. He cry of disgust when he looked down at his chest. The quartered colours were stained with mud, grass, ...
“What on earth?” McAllister cried. “Give me that, sir!” Thurlow mutely handed the bundle to the college policeman and stepped back. He cry of disgust when he looked down at his chest. The quartered colours were stained with mud, grass, ...
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Ben looked their way and scowled. “The blasted Condon Club! I should've known.” “I've heard of them,” Veronica said. “A nastier band of Bollinger-swigging reprobates you'd never wish to see,” Ben grumbled. “Uh-oh, the beadle's after ...
Ben looked their way and scowled. “The blasted Condon Club! I should've known.” “I've heard of them,” Veronica said. “A nastier band of Bollinger-swigging reprobates you'd never wish to see,” Ben grumbled. “Uh-oh, the beadle's after ...
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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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