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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“Oh?” Sheridan took the envelope, glanced at it then thrust it in his pocket. He looked irritated. The porter walked away. Sheridan glanced over at his colleagues. “Ah! McAllister's got his whistle out, and he's leaving for the starting ...
“Oh?” Sheridan took the envelope, glanced at it then thrust it in his pocket. He looked irritated. The porter walked away. Sheridan glanced over at his colleagues. “Ah! McAllister's got his whistle out, and he's leaving for the starting ...
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Claire took Veronica's arm and dragged her out of the way. “Oh crikey, they caught Sheridan.” The Irish professor disappeared in the hurly-burly. His yell of outrage soared above the cries of the crowd. Veronica flinched as the ruck ...
Claire took Veronica's arm and dragged her out of the way. “Oh crikey, they caught Sheridan.” The Irish professor disappeared in the hurly-burly. His yell of outrage soared above the cries of the crowd. Veronica flinched as the ruck ...
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Claire took hold of Ben's arm. “Now, let's see if we can get your leg tended to.” “Wait a mo',” he replied. “The clock's begun to chime midnight. The race is nearly over. I must see who wins.” “If you can call such a boiling mass of ...
Claire took hold of Ben's arm. “Now, let's see if we can get your leg tended to.” “Wait a mo',” he replied. “The clock's begun to chime midnight. The race is nearly over. I must see who wins.” “If you can call such a boiling mass of ...
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McAllister's face set into a grim expression as he took out a pocketknife and began to cut the twine wrapping the bundle. Veronica gulped. The blood—or whatever it was—soon coated McAllister's hands. “This isn't the same cloth the ...
McAllister's face set into a grim expression as he took out a pocketknife and began to cut the twine wrapping the bundle. Veronica gulped. The blood—or whatever it was—soon coated McAllister's hands. “This isn't the same cloth the ...
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Claire took her hand and squeezed it. “Not that it's any of our concern, is it, darling? We're not going to get involved in this, are we?” “No, of course not. It's just our luck to find yet another corpse. No.” She sat up.
Claire took her hand and squeezed it. “Not that it's any of our concern, is it, darling? We're not going to get involved in this, are we?” “No, of course not. It's just our luck to find yet another corpse. No.” She sat up.
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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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