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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Dedication. To My Better Half, with Love Always. To Hannah, with grateful thanks for her insights. And to my indefatigable editor, Debbie, for keeping me on course. Chapter One Saturday, 1st December 1923. “B rr! Veronica They Dedication.
Dedication. To My Better Half, with Love Always. To Hannah, with grateful thanks for her insights. And to my indefatigable editor, Debbie, for keeping me on course. Chapter One Saturday, 1st December 1923. “B rr! Veronica They Dedication.
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... course, we'll do so right away.” “Thank you, dearest.” Veronica pointed. “There's Ben.” A couple of dozen students had assembled in the nearby corner, ready to take part in the race. Claire's youngest brother, Ben, stood among them, his ...
... course, we'll do so right away.” “Thank you, dearest.” Veronica pointed. “There's Ben.” A couple of dozen students had assembled in the nearby corner, ready to take part in the race. Claire's youngest brother, Ben, stood among them, his ...
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... course as best they could. And the race went on. “This is all supposed to end when midnight strikes?” Veronica asked. “That's the idea.” “I can't wait.” Claire's lips twitched. “Tradition's an infernal pest, isn't it. Keeping us ...
... course as best they could. And the race went on. “This is all supposed to end when midnight strikes?” Veronica asked. “That's the idea.” “I can't wait.” Claire's lips twitched. “Tradition's an infernal pest, isn't it. Keeping us ...
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... course, darling, but we could go a little closer.” “As you wish.” Others in the crowd, both students and guests alike, pressed closer to peer at the unfolding scene. McAllister studied the object. “This is not the bundle.” A from the ...
... course, darling, but we could go a little closer.” “As you wish.” Others in the crowd, both students and guests alike, pressed closer to peer at the unfolding scene. McAllister studied the object. “This is not the bundle.” A from the ...
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... course not. It's just our luck to find yet another corpse. No.” She sat up. “This one I'll leave firmly in the hands of the police.” “That's my girl.” Claire cupped her face and kissed her gently. “You've got other things to think about ...
... course not. It's just our luck to find yet another corpse. No.” She sat up. “This one I'll leave firmly in the hands of the police.” “That's my girl.” Claire cupped her face and kissed her gently. “You've got other things to think about ...
Contents
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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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