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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A pleasant deep voice with a trace of Irish lilt spoke from behind them. Veronica tried not to flinch when she realised a man had approached them without her knowing. She turned quickly, her guard up. Claire touched her arm reassuringly ...
A pleasant deep voice with a trace of Irish lilt spoke from behind them. Veronica tried not to flinch when she realised a man had approached them without her knowing. She turned quickly, her guard up. Claire touched her arm reassuringly ...
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“How kind of you to say so,” Claire replied in her plummiest voice. “I speak only the truth, so.” Sheridan had greying russet-red hair, cut longer than was fashionable. The locks swept back from a lofty forehead, kept in place by a ...
“How kind of you to say so,” Claire replied in her plummiest voice. “I speak only the truth, so.” Sheridan had greying russet-red hair, cut longer than was fashionable. The locks swept back from a lofty forehead, kept in place by a ...
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A surge of young men in green and yellow raced past her mere feet away, yelling at the tops of their voices. Elbows jabbed, see the arms pushed, legs tripped. A round cloth covered object bobbed 5 Chimes at Midnight.
A surge of young men in green and yellow raced past her mere feet away, yelling at the tops of their voices. Elbows jabbed, see the arms pushed, legs tripped. A round cloth covered object bobbed 5 Chimes at Midnight.
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“I suspect it won't be long before the press finds out we discovered poor Sheridan's body,” Claire remarked in a low voice. “By then, I hope we'll be back in London,” Veronica said over her coffee cup. “At least Muriel knows how to ...
“I suspect it won't be long before the press finds out we discovered poor Sheridan's body,” Claire remarked in a low voice. “By then, I hope we'll be back in London,” Veronica said over her coffee cup. “At least Muriel knows how to ...
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The police surgeon reckons the weapon was a stiletto or some such thin blade. It'd be something easy enough to carry about the person.” “Yes, I suppose it would be.” “Ronnie...” Claire said, her voice almost a low growl.
The police surgeon reckons the weapon was a stiletto or some such thin blade. It'd be something easy enough to carry about the person.” “Yes, I suppose it would be.” “Ronnie...” Claire said, her voice almost a low growl.
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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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