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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Claire touched her arm reassuringly. “Good evening, Mr...” “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 ...
Claire touched her arm reassuringly. “Good evening, Mr...” “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 ...
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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 looked irritated. The porter walked away.
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 looked irritated. The porter walked away.
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Veronica touched his arm. “Inspector, could you tell us how Professor Sheridan died? It looked as if he'd suffered a bloody wound.” He paused as if judging whether to tell them or not. “He was stabbed, madam. The police surgeon reckons ...
Veronica touched his arm. “Inspector, could you tell us how Professor Sheridan died? It looked as if he'd suffered a bloody wound.” He paused as if judging whether to tell them or not. “He was stabbed, madam. The police surgeon reckons ...
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Conliffe put his hat on and touched the brim. “Good morning to you both.” “Good morning,” they chorused. He exited through the main door, glanced at the grey sky, then pulled up his overcoat collar as he walked away.
Conliffe put his hat on and touched the brim. “Good morning to you both.” “Good morning,” they chorused. He exited through the main door, glanced at the grey sky, then pulled up his overcoat collar as he walked away.
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Veronica nearly touched Claire's cheek but remembered where they were. “Don't worry. Look, let's fetch our coats and go for a walk to clear our heads. We can have lunch somewhere, then come back to take a short nap.
Veronica nearly touched Claire's cheek but remembered where they were. “Don't worry. Look, let's fetch our coats and go for a walk to clear our heads. We can have lunch somewhere, then come back to take a short nap.
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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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Frases i termes més freqüents
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