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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“Sheridan, Miss Sibfield-Murray.” He sketched a bow. “Professor Royce Sheridan, Lecturer in engineering here at St. Barbara's. My apologies for approaching you without introductions, but I know your brother, Benjamin.” “Indeed?
“Sheridan, Miss Sibfield-Murray.” He sketched a bow. “Professor Royce Sheridan, Lecturer in engineering here at St. Barbara's. My apologies for approaching you without introductions, but I know your brother, Benjamin.” “Indeed?
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“I find it puzzling that the professor didn't realise he'd been stabbed,” Claire said. “Surely, he'd have felt the pain.” Conliffe paused writing and held up his pencil. “Not necessarily so, miss. When people speak of a stabbing pain, ...
“I find it puzzling that the professor didn't realise he'd been stabbed,” Claire said. “Surely, he'd have felt the pain.” Conliffe paused writing and held up his pencil. “Not necessarily so, miss. When people speak of a stabbing pain, ...
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necessarily so, miss. When people speak of a stabbing pain, they're not really describing how it feels to be stabbed. I can speak from personal experience.” “You can?” Veronica exclaimed. “Oh yes. When I was a young constable before the ...
necessarily so, miss. When people speak of a stabbing pain, they're not really describing how it feels to be stabbed. I can speak from personal experience.” “You can?” Veronica exclaimed. “Oh yes. When I was a young constable before the ...
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“Thank you, miss.” He closed his notebook with a snap and secured the cover with a grubby elastic band. “And thank you also for the information you've given me. I'll have to chase up this envelope you saw, Mrs. Nash.
“Thank you, miss.” He closed his notebook with a snap and secured the cover with a grubby elastic band. “And thank you also for the information you've given me. I'll have to chase up this envelope you saw, Mrs. Nash.
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“None, miss. Was you here last night?” “Yes. We were the ones who found the victim.” “I don't envy you that, miss.” He looked sad. “I've seen a few bodies in my time on the beat, and it don't get easier.
“None, miss. Was you here last night?” “Yes. We were the ones who found the victim.” “I don't envy you that, miss.” He looked sad. “I've seen a few bodies in my time on the beat, and it don't get easier.
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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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