Anne Perry - Brunswick Gardens

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Publishers Weekly

As in most good detective fiction, no one and nothingincluding deathis exactly as it seems.

Pittsburgh Post-Gazette

Ann Perrys novels captivate the reader with their vivid descriptions of London society and poverty, and characters with emotions and reactions that most people have. Its easy to get caught up in the intrigue, and hard to put down the books. Brunswick Gardens is no exception.

Arizona Republic

Superb Combines themes of love, obsession, and redemption.

Virginia Pilot & Ledger

Highly recommended Perry explores modern themes of feminism, discrimination, and free love within the well-defined strictures of Victorian mores, and her characters emerge as realistic and credible.

Library Journal

Perrys most complex and penetrating novel to date translates great moral issues into deeply moving human joys and sorrows.

Daily Southtown (Chicago, IL)

Please turn to the back of the book for an interview with Anne Perry

By Anne Perry
Published by The Random House Publishing Group:

FEATURING WILLIAM MONK
The Face of a Stranger
A Dangerous Mourning
Defend and Betray
A Sudden, Fearful Death
The Sins of the Wolf
Cain His Brother
Weighed in the Balance
The Silent Cry
A Breach of Promise
The Twisted Root
Slaves of Obsession
Funeral in Blue
Death of a Stranger
The Shifting Tide
Dark Assassin
Execution Dock

FEATURING THOMAS AND CHARLOTTE PITT
The Cater Street Hangman
Callander Square
Paragon Walk
Resurrection Row
Bluegate Fields
Rutland Place
Death in the Devils Acre
Cardington Crescent
Silence in Hanover Close
Bethlehem Road
Highgate Rise
Belgrave Square
Farriers Lane
The Hyde Park Headsman
Traitors Gate
Pentecost Alley
Ashworth Hall
Brunswick Gardens
Bedford Square
Half Moon Street
The Whitechapel Conspiracy
Southampton Row
Seven Dials
Long Spoon Lane
Buckingham Palace Gardens

THE WORLD WAR I NOVELS
No Graves As Yet
Shoulder the Sky
Angels in the Gloom
At Some Disputed Barricade
We Shall Not Sleep

THE CHRISTMAS NOVELS
A Christmas Journey
A Christmas Visitor
A Christmas Guest
A Christmas Secret
A Christmas Beginning
A Christmas Grace

A Fawcett Book
Published by The Random House Publishing Group
Copyright 1998 by Anne Perry

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To Marie Coolman in Friendship

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P ITT KNOCKED ON the assistant commissioners door and waited. It must be sensitive, and urgent, or Cornwallis would not have sent for him by telephone. Since his promotion to command of the Bow Street station Pitt had not involved himself in cases personally unless they threatened to be embarrassing to someone of importance, or else politically dangerous, such as the murder in Ashworth Hall five months earlier, in October 1890. It had ruined the attempt at some reconciliation of the Irish Problemalthough with the scandal of the divorce of Katie OShea, citing Charles Stewart Parnell, the leader of the Irish majority in Parliament, the whole situation was on the brink of disaster anyway.

Cornwallis opened the door himself. He was not as tall as Pitt, but lean and supple, moving easily, as if the physical strength and grace he had needed at sea were still part of his nature. So was the briefness of speech, the assumption of obedience and a certain simplicity of thought learned by one long used to the ruthlessness of the elements but unaccustomed to the devious minds of politicians and the duplicity of public manners. He was learning, but he still relied on Pitt. He looked unhappy now, his face, with its long nose and wide mouth, was set in lines of apprehension.

Come in, Pitt. He stood aside, holding the door back. Sorry to require you to come so quickly, but there is a very nasty situation in Brunswick Gardens. At least, there looks to be. He was frowning as he closed the door and walked back to his desk. It was a pleasant room, very different from the way it had been during his predecessors tenure. Now there were some nautical instruments on the surfaces, a sea chart of the English Channel on the far wall, and among the necessary books on law and police procedure, there were also an anthology of poetry, a novel by Jane Austen, and the Bible.

Pitt waited until Cornwallis had sat down, then did so himself. His jacket hung awkwardly because his pockets were full. Promotion had not made him conspicuously tidier.

Yes sir? he said enquiringly.

Cornwallis leaned back, the light shining on his head. His complete baldness became him. It was hard to imagine him differently. He never fidgeted, but when he was most concerned he put his fingers together in a steeple and held them still. He did so now.

A young woman has met with a violent death in the home of a most respected clergyman, highly esteemed for his learned publications and very possibly in line for a bishopric: the vicar of St. Michaels, the Reverend Ramsay Parmenter. He took a deep breath, watching Pitts face. A doctor who lives a few doors away was sent for, and on seeing the body he telephoned for the police. They came immediately, and in turn telephoned me.

Pitt did not interrupt.

It appears that it may be murder and Parmenter himself may have some involvement in it. Cornwallis did not add anything as to his own feelings, but his fears were clear in the very slight pinching around his mouth and the hurt in his eyes. He regarded leadership, both moral and political, as a duty, a trust which could not be broken without terrible consequences. All his adult life so far had been spent at sea, where the captains word was absolute. The entire ship survived or sank on his skill and his judgment. He must be right; his orders were obeyed. To fail to do so was mutiny, punishable by death. He himself had learned to obey, and in due time he had risen to occupy that lonely pinnacle. He knew both its burdens and its privileges.

I see, Pitt said slowly. Who was she, this young woman?

Miss Unity Bellwood, Cornwallis replied. A scholar of ancient languages. She was assisting Reverend Parmenter in research for a book he is writing.

What makes the doctor and the local police suspect murder? Pitt asked.

Cornwallis winced and his lips pulled very slightly thinner. Miss Bellwood was heard to cry out No, no, Reverend! immediately before she fell, and the moment afterwards Mrs. Parmenter came out of the withdrawing room and found her lying at the bottom of the stairs. When she went to her she was already dead. Apparently she had broken her neck in the fall.

Who heard her cry out?

Several people, Cornwallis answered bleakly. I am afraid there is no doubt. I wish there were. It is an extremely ugly situation. Some sort of domestic tragedy, I imagine, but because of the Parmenters position it will become a scandal of considerable proportion if it is not handled very quicklyand with tact.