Cloak of suspicion

MADELEINE could not think when she last went to the theatre. Her father didn’t enjoy plays much, and Madeleine tended to go along with what he liked. They were close; the Gilbert family was just the t

MR Oliver Tait?” the policeman said as he and his companion were shown into the charming sitting-room of a suave man in his thirties or thereabouts. “I’m Detective Inspector Wragge and this is WPC Moo

ROSALIE’S heart was pounding. Tall and formidable in dark coat and breeches, Thomas Charrel stood in the chapel doorway, his eyes on her for what seemed an age. His expression was grim, his gaze as co

FROM its oak panelling to the worn leather chairs, the room was oddly old fashioned. Rather like Ralph Draper himself, Dolly observed, glancing around the private detective’s office. She hadn’t expect

I’LL return in two hours, Mr Archer.” Lister, Lord Despard’s steward, touched his forelock in deference to the young architect. The sun had just risen over the woods surrounding the lake – where a fol

MARIANNE groaned as the sound of the shutters being pushed open woke her from a fitful sleep. She half-opened her eyes, but the sun streaming in was too strong. Turning over, she buried her face in th