Marley was dead: to begin with. / There is no doubt whatever about that. / -Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol
In memory of Dave F, Dave L, and Ranger Mike / -December 2011
Oscar, Lord Footrustle, was in his castle, spying from the squint in his private chamber overlooking the Great Hall.
The hand that rocked the cradle might rule the world but the hand that wrote the evaluations determined the pay level, and for the most part that hand still had rough cuticles and dark hair growing on its knuckles.
Max Tudor, a former spy turned cleric, becomes involved in a mystery when a rowdy group of long-lost relatives arrive at Chdrow Castle and dead bodies start piling up.
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Max--Anglican priest, former MI5 agent, and village heartthrob--investigates two deaths at Chedrow Castle. But his growing attraction to Awena Owen complicates his case, as does the recent arrival at Chedrow Castle of a raucous group of long-lost, greedy relatives, any one of whom has a motive for murder.… (more)