Chapters (39)
- Cover
- TITLES BY RHYS BOWEN
- Dedication
- Foreword
- 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
- About the Author
- What’s next onyour reading list?
“I’m sure they do in Cornwall,” he said. “It’s not like the Old Bailey here.” This time the smile was reassuring.
“The problem is that if it wasn’t Belinda who killed Tony, then who could it have been?”
“Who else was in the house?” he asked.
“Just Tony’s wife, Rose, and the servants.”
“And did she have a reason to want him dead?” Jago asked.
“She seems grief-stricken,” I said, not wanting to divulge that conversation about believing Tony was trying to kill her. “And anyway she has a pretty good alibi. She was in a distant part of the house. The one interesting detail was that someone opened Belinda’s window, so I’m wondering if an intruder got in.”
“Someone from Tony’s shady past, you mean?”
“Did he have one?”
Jago shrugged. “I’ve no idea. I do know he’s not popular around here. He’s raised rents, raised mooring fees, and of course Jonquil was never liked. She ran over a local child once, so there has been bad blood for some time with Trewoma.”
“That’s a thought,” I said. “The servants. Is it possible that someone who now works at the house was related to the little boy that Jonquil killed years ago?”
“I’m not sure who works there now,” he said. “Elsie Trelawney, doesn’t she?”
“There’s an Elsie. And James is the footman. But I don’t know the name of the cook or other maids. They are all new, I gather. I understand that Tony—or was it Rose?—got rid of the old servants. One of them could have been bitter about being given the sack.”
“I heard something about that,” he said. “Poor old Gladys who’d worked there for years. And Will and Margie Stokes.”
“Was one of them related to the boy?”
He frowned. “I think Gladys was his auntie or second cousin or something. Everybody’s related to everyone else around here.” Then he grinned. “They were all pretty ancient. I can’t see Gladys climbing a drainpipe into someone’s room. Or any of them, for that matter.”
“Mrs. Mannering is still there, of course.”
“Ah yes. The housekeeper. She’s not local, I don’t think. And she’s been there donkey’s years. Started off as a nursemaid for Jonquil.”