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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He eyed her with a slight smile. The air around him became infused with the aroma of a good quality port. Veronica sighed inwardly. He's a handsome man who knows it and fancies himself a little too much. Sheridan turned to point out his ...
He eyed her with a slight smile. The air around him became infused with the aroma of a good quality port. Veronica sighed inwardly. He's a handsome man who knows it and fancies himself a little too much. Sheridan turned to point out his ...
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“At least you have your investiture to look forward to. The prime minister himself will award you the British Empire Medal on Tuesday. Isn't that something?” Veronica managed the ghost of a smile. “I suppose I earned it.
“At least you have your investiture to look forward to. The prime minister himself will award you the British Empire Medal on Tuesday. Isn't that something?” Veronica managed the ghost of a smile. “I suppose I earned it.
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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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He gave a grim smile. “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.
He gave a grim smile. “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.
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He exited through the main door, glanced at the grey sky, then pulled up his overcoat collar as he walked away. “It was rather tactless of him to remind us of July,” Veronica said quietly. “Yes.” Claire gave her a troubled smile.
He exited through the main door, glanced at the grey sky, then pulled up his overcoat collar as he walked away. “It was rather tactless of him to remind us of July,” Veronica said quietly. “Yes.” Claire gave her a troubled smile.
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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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