A deadly discovery

BESS gaped at Annabel Forsythe’s words. Could Bella’s lady’s maid have a mark just like the burn Henry had described on his beloved Agnes’s wrist? But these thoughts were quickly banished by the promp

IT had been a long, hard drive. Frances had left early, hoping to get away before the rush hour – only to discover that the rush hour started earlier still. She stopped for a break further south than

MORWENNA stood motionless, the gusting wind buffeting her. The music she could hear came in snatches, brought to her on the waves of the wind. There was a pale moon. If she got to the headland, she mi

THE clamour of seagulls woke Frances. For a moment, she was disorientated. Not so much in place – she knew this bedroom well – as in time. She had the odd feeling that none of the last 30-odd years ha

VERITY LEDGER was shopping in Deal. She had bought some embroidery silks for her mother and some scarlet ribbon she thought would look quite striking in her hair. She was sure Thomas Doyle would appre

LATE one night, when all customers had left the Mermaid Tavern, Morwenna was washing the used tankards. There hadn’t been that many customers that night, which was often a sign that people were engage