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Murder in Midwinter [Secure Microsoft Reader]
eBook by Lesley Cookman
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eBook Category: Mystery/Crime
eBook Description:  The third in the Libby Sarjeant series sees Fran consulted by Bella Morleigh, who has been left a derelict seaside theatre by an unknown relative. Bella wants to know more about her family, particularly when a body is found in the theatre, and despite being deep in pantomime rehearsals at The Oast House Theatre, Libby and Fran are soon involved in another murder investigation.
eBook Publisher: Accent/Accent
Fictionwise Release Date: November 2007
Available eBook Formats [Secure Microsoft Reader - What's this?]: SECURE MICROSOFT READER FORMAT [366 KB] - Requires Microsoft Reader 2.1.1 for PCs, or Microsoft Reader 2.2.2 on Pocket PC 2002 handheld devices. Some older Pocket PCs can be upgraded. Learn More.
All formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
Microsoft Reader ISBN: 9781906125028
 
?BLOODY AWFUL, AREN?T THEY?? muttered Peter
Parker, as Libby Sarjeant returned to her seat in the
auditorium to pick up her script and basket, having
dismissed the cast of Jack and the Beanstalk after a
fairly dismal rehearsal.
?No worse than they were for The Hop Pickers.
They?ll be all right.? Libby crossed her fingers.
?Sure we haven?t bitten off more than we can
chew?? Peter wound a scarf round his neck as they
went into the foyer.
?Oh, I expect so. After all, we don?t do things by
halves, do we?? Libby went to switch off the lights.
?Our first play, written by you in a theatre owned by
your family and converted by your cousin Ben was
somewhat marred by a murder, so in a spirit of
reckless abandon, we decide to do a pantomime, also
written by you, with musicians we?ve never worked
with and an inexperienced cast.?
Peter held the glass doors open for her. ?Piece of
cake,? he grinned.
?Not, of course, to mention the fact that in amongst
all this we have Christmas and your wedding.?
?Civil Partnership, dearie,? he corrected.
?Same thing. How?s it going, anyway??
?Nothing to it.? Peter shrugged. ?Harry?s doing it
all.?
Libby raised an eyebrow and said nothing.
The pub, in the middle of the village High Street,
had appeared on many postcards and calendars. With
its hanging baskets now filled with seasonal holly, the
windows shining like golden nuggets in the darkness, Libby decided it would make a great Christmas card.
Inside, the fire was roaring, and several members of
the cast were herded together in the smaller of the two
bars. Harry, Peter?s intended and owner of The Pink
Geranium, still in chef?s trousers but with a fleece
jacket instead of his whites, waved a pint in their
direction.
?Hello, dear hearts,? he said. ?What are you
having??
?Lager, please,? said Libby. ?You?re early, aren?t
you??
?He shouldn?t be working at all,? said Peter.
?Monday?s usually his day off.?
?Oh, yes. Why is he, then??
?Christmas party. Special booking. Loads of them
between now and the big day.?
Harry handed them both glasses. ?Need all the dosh
we can get for our big day, dear,? he said.
Libby changed the subject. ?Anyone seen Fran??
?She?s in London seeing to the house sale,? said
Harry. ?She popped in this morning on her way out.?
?Good, because she forgot to tell me she was going
and I was without a Baroness at the rehearsal tonight.?
?Where?s young Ben, then?? asked Harry, making a
dive for a table that had just become free.
?He said he?d meet us here,? said Libby. ?He
popped in to see his Mum.?
?Uncle Greg?s not too well again,? said Peter. ?I
just hope he doesn?t get worse before Christmas.?
?So do I.? Libby looked gloomy.
?Because you might lose your wicked Baron?? said
Harry mischievously.
?No!? Libby was indignant. ?Because it?s awful to
lose someone at any time of year, but Christmas is
worse, somehow.?
?Ey-up,? said Harry suddenly. ?Don?t look now, but
guess who?s just come in??
?Who?? said Libby, turning round immediately.
?Blimey!?
?Who is it?? Peter craned round her to see.
?It?s that Inspector, you know,...
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