Her Royal Spyness (A Royal Spyness Mystery)
Rhys Bowen
Language: English
Pages: 336
ISBN: 0425222527
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
INTRODUCING ?A FEISTY NEW HEROINE? (JACQUELINE WINSPEAR) who?s thirty-fourth in line for the throne?and flat broke.
From the Agatha Award-winning author of the Molly Murphy and Constable Evan Evans mysteries!
Lady Victoria Georgiana Charlotte Eugenie, 34th in line for the throne, is flat broke. She?s bolted Scotland, her greedy brother, and her fish-faced betrothed for London. The place where she?ll experience freedom, learn life lessons aplenty, do a bit of spying for HRH?oh, and find a dead Frenchman in her tub. Now her new job is to clear her long family name.
send me there if I didn’t pull my socks up, but he settled for Downside instead, since Mama was a Catholic and he wanted to honor her wishes. I must say I was relieved. Those monks like their creature comforts.” “That’s where you were at school with Darcy?” “O’Mara, you mean?” His face clouded. “Yes, he was a couple of years above me but we were in the same house.” He leaned closer to me, even though we were the only two people on a deserted pavement. “Look, Georgie, I meant what I said the
now. But I shall need to speak to your brother, the duke, you know. How can I reach him in Scotland?” I didn’t want the police talking to Binky before I had a chance for my own little chat with him. “As I said, I’m not quite sure where he is at present. You could always try his club, in case he hasn’t left London.” “I thought you just said he was in Scotland.” “I said I wasn’t sure of his whereabouts and assumed he’d gone home. If you like, I’ll try friends and family in Scotland for you,
to Eton. Obviously I’ll have to go back sometime to take over the family business, but until then I make the most of the delights Europe has to offer.” He let his gaze linger first on me then on Belinda in a most suggestive way. “Let me find you some champagne.” Belinda nudged me as he moved off. “See what I mean about charming foreigners? Any Englishman you meet would say, ‘What-ho, old thing,’ and start talking about the cricket or at most the hunting.” “He is rather dashing,” I said. “His
the kitchen floor a shadow of a man outside the window was thrown across the room and we leaped into each other’s arms. “Enough stupid bravery. Call the police,” Belinda hissed and I couldn’t help but agree with her. We crept to the phone and dialed 999, then waited clinging on to each other as if we were in a storm-tossed ocean. At last I thought I heard shouts and a scuffle and then a thunderous knock at our front door. I opened it a crack and saw with relief two constables standing there.
on the roof alone with him. “We’ll get the servants to search,” I said and walked down the stairs with him. The search revealed nobody hiding on the roof, but my attacker would have had plenty of time to sneak down while I was questioning Whiffy. Everyone but me seemed to think it was a horrible accident. I no longer felt safe anywhere and there was something I had to know. I slipped out of the house when no one was looking and walked the length of the driveway. Then, after half a mile or so, I
