Chapters (40)
- Cover
- BERKLEY PRIME CRIME TITLES BY RHYS BOWEN
- Dedication
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Historical Note
“But a good barrister wouldn’t let him do that,” Zou Zou said triumphantly. “And we’ll have the best. I agree with Georgie. If Mr. Lennox is going to check with shipping companies to see if Professor Peabody has left the country, then the local police should be looking into whether he’s still in the neighborhood. And that’s something we could take on ourselves. I’d be happy to drive around asking at hotels and train stations within a radius of Kilhenny to see if anyone of his description has been seen.”
Mr. Lennox couldn’t stifle a grin. “I see you’ve assembled a keen team, Mr. O’Mara,” he said. “But I think you will find there are an awful lot of hotels and boardinghouses in Dublin alone. Impossible for one or two people to check them all out.”
“Then the police have to do it,” Zou Zou said. “We must go and see my barrister immediately and if he agrees to take the case, then we can use the weight of his name to get things moving. Come on.” She stood up. “Thank you, Mr. Lennox. I’m so glad we now have you as part of our team.” She gave him another beaming smile and he blushed yet again.
“Delighted to be of help, ma’am,” he said and scrambled to open the door for her.
“Well, that was an interesting development, wasn’t it?” I said as we climbed into the Rolls and attempted to wrestle the doors from the wind. “I hope your father can give them a good description of the doctor. And we’ll get a good description of Professor Peabody from the girls at the dig.”
“And the young priest,” Darcy added. “Don’t forget about him. What better way to move around the Irish countryside than disguised as a priest.”
“I’m dying to know if Mickey the manservant really is a valet hired from an agency or whether he has any connection to the murder,” Zou Zou said. “I thought he had a frightfully suspicious face, didn’t you? I would never have hired a man who looked like that. Too shifty eyed.”
“I certainly would never have hired a man who spoke and behaved like that,” Darcy agreed. “But perhaps things are different in America. And perhaps, as we’ve said, he acted quite differently when he was doing his job. I’ve known plenty of servants who put on a frightfully posh accent when speaking with their masters, but are actually quite rough in speech among themselves.”
I laughed. “I must have the only servant who never attempts to put on any airs and graces for me.”
“But then she’s a hopeless case, we all admit that,” Darcy said.
“Then why don’t you dismiss her and get someone better?” Zou Zou looked puzzled.