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Chapters (39)
  1. Cover
  2. TITLES BY RHYS BOWEN
  3. Dedication
  4. Foreword
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Chapter 30
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Chapter 33
  38. About the Author
  39. 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.”