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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... looked pensive. “The poor boy's had quite a year.” Veronica sighed. Haven't we all? “So what's this all about?” “From what Ben told me, centuries ago, some academic cove was working late at night when he realised he'd made an awful ...
... looked pensive. “The poor boy's had quite a year.” Veronica sighed. Haven't we all? “So what's this all about?” “From what Ben told me, centuries ago, some academic cove was working late at night when he realised he'd made an awful ...
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... looked to the side. “What is it, Unwin?” 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 ...
... looked to the side. “What is it, Unwin?” 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 ...
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... looked beyond them to where Professor Sheridan staggered into the cover of the gatehouse archway. “Do you think he's hurt too?” she asked. Claire glanced to where she pointed. “He just sat down on that stone bench. I think he's winded ...
... looked beyond them to where Professor Sheridan staggered into the cover of the gatehouse archway. “Do you think he's hurt too?” she asked. Claire glanced to where she pointed. “He just sat down on that stone bench. I think he's winded ...
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... looked down at his chest. The quartered colours were stained with mud, grass, and what appeared to be... “Blood,” Veronica said. “That's blood!” “Come into the shelter of the archway,” McAllister commanded. “We shall examine the bundle ...
... looked down at his chest. The quartered colours were stained with mud, grass, and what appeared to be... “Blood,” Veronica said. “That's blood!” “Come into the shelter of the archway,” McAllister commanded. “We shall examine the bundle ...
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... looked their way and scowled. “The blasted Condon Club! I should've known.” “I've heard of them,” Veronica said. “A nastier band of Bollinger-swigging reprobates you'd never wish to see,” Ben grumbled. “Uh-oh, the beadle's after them ...
... looked their way and scowled. “The blasted Condon Club! I should've known.” “I've heard of them,” Veronica said. “A nastier band of Bollinger-swigging reprobates you'd never wish to see,” Ben grumbled. “Uh-oh, the beadle's after them ...
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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