My lady’s murder

YOU’RE not to touch a single thing in here,” the woman in the kitchen said. She had that look, the look of a servant who thinks herself a cut above the rest. She was all stain-free apron, all hands on

THE clatter of kitchen pots quietened as Mawgan came in. Even servants farthest from the door stopped their chatter to hear what news he brought. But Deb only became aware of him later. “I’m glad to s

HELLO!” A young woman with red curly hair bounded up as Millicent and Barbara headed to the church, laden with fruit, flowers and foliage. Observing her brightly coloured sweater, hand-knitted chunky

THE train was slowing. Augustine Brown looked again at the letter in her hand. Exciting news! her sister Cordelia had written. “An unexpected guest at the hotel: Maria Mironova. Exciting news indeed.

NICK and I had fallen out. There was another girl. Before he left, I tried to read the expression in his eyes. Shame? Sadness? But I could see nothing. “When will I see you again?” I asked, my voice b

They fell in love with the house, but did it harbour a dark secret?