Miss beeton’s murder agency

LET me get that door for you, Ena.” Mr Chapel held open the door to reception for Ena, his head tea lady. “What on earth have you got there?” Ena shifted the two heavy bags and gratefully stepped thro

Nothing much happened in the village DS Dottie Reed was posted to – until a body was found

Iris climbed down from the donkey cart that had given her a lift from Penzance station, being careful not to ladder her best stockings, and walked up the narrow lane to Nantolven Farm. There was no si

A criminal in their midst? Thankfully the village had its own Miss Marple

Isn’t there something a bit… I don’t know… less morbid you could be researching?” Bella looks up from the papers strewn across the kitchen table, the print-outs and scans of newspaper articles. Her mu

INSPECTOR MARSTON takes out his hankie and runs it round the collar of his shirt. The stove house is unpleasantly hot and humid. His companion, Annabelle da Winter, appears unfazed by the heat and the