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Dorothy Cannell - The Importance of Being Ernestine

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It is the absurd predicaments of her central characters that readers find themselves recalling, and Cannell is cunning at devising outlandish situations for them.-Chicago Sun-Times Cannell orchestrates plenty of laughs along with a clever plot, merrily winking at readers as she pokes fun at numerous genre conventions.-Publishers Weekly With its ancient setting, complicated story, mysterious old houses, hidden diaries, simmering passions, spooky emanations and love matches gone awry, [Bridesmaids Revisited] sometimes reads like Wuthering Heights on steroids Cannells smooth narration and her appealing, smart-mouthed characters charm you into suspending disbelief. The result is a thoroughly delightful puzzle. -Publishers Weekly Full of gothic touches and the ineffable sweetness of memory. -Booklist (starred) Wacky and wonderful.-Carolyn Hart Spunky and delightful.-Minneapolis Star Tribune Sparkling wit and outlandish characters. -Chicago Sun-Times Thoroughly entertaining.-Cosmopolitan Wickedly witty good bubbly fun.-The Cleveland Plain Dealer Hilariously funny.- Boston Globe Ellie Haskell has had her ups and downs with housekeeper Mrs. Malloy, but she cant help missing her when the corpulent, caustic cleaning lady starts moonlighting in a private detectives office nosing into his files as she dusts them. So Ellie is quite pleased when Mrs M., as she is affectionately known, summons her to Detective Juggs office one evening for a woman-to-woman chat though shes a bit surprised when Mrs. M. offers her one of Mr. Juggs Lucky Strikes and a swig out of his bottle of bourbon. The room is just beginning to spin and the conversation to grow more lively when in walks detective Juggs no-show afternoon client, Lady Krumley. Before the two ladies can explain they are not detectives, the hawk-nosed matriarch clad in modish mourning sixty years out of date tells them a tale that goes back thirty years to when she wrongfully dismissed her parlor maid, Flossie, who was secretly in the family way courtesy of the under gardener. Tragically, Flossie soon died of tuberculosis, while striving to support herself and her child, Ernestine but not before vowing vengeance from beyond the grave on the rich Krumleys at Moultty Towers. Now, Krumley family members have started meeting with fatal accidents The curse, Lady Krumley fears, is being fulfilled. Feeling both generous and confident, Ellie and Mrs. Malloy decide they like Lady Krumley and want to take on her case. Can this newly formed but unlikely detective duo find Ernestine and prevent more Krumleys from crumbling in the churchyard without killing each other first?

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Dorothy Cannell

The Importance of Being Ernestine

Book 11 in the Ellie Haskell series, 2002

To Julian Ashley Moore and Trevor McNeil Cannell.

Time to take your bows. Here is your book.

With love from Granna

One

Mata Hari and the other devious divas of history had nothing on me! The plotting with all its secret assignations and whispered telephone conversations was enormously satisfying. Yesterdays heist had been somewhat nerve-racking given that Kathleen Ambleforth, the vicars wife, had failed to send the van at the appointed time to remove the loot. But now the stage was set.

All day I was exuberantly busy. In the morning I instructed the furniture men where to place the leather sofa that would have done Lord Peter Wimsey proud, made sure the tapestry armchair was angled just right and that the Georgian-style cabinet intended to hide the new computer was positioned squarely under the window. Seeing three burly men close to tears always brings out the best in me. In the space of fifteen minutes I produced three pots of tea, watched an entire fruitcake be demolished and did not snap when one of them took a chunk out of the wall. Immediately following their departure I hung the Scottish landscape paintings and the gilt-framed mirror, positioned the lamps and potted plants and tied back the topaz velvet curtains with tasseled cords.

My cousin Freddy who lives in the cottage at the bottom of the drive kindly watched two-year-old Rose for me during the afternoon, enabling me to revel in arranging the brass candle-sticks and antique finials on the mantelpiece and the Royal Worcester figurines in the display cabinet that had arrived the previous day. I had just finished positioning the area rug when it was time to collect the twins-son Tam and daughter Abbey-from school.

They would be five in a few weeks, at the beginning of December, and were always bounding with energy when they got home. Having them underfoot made lining up the books in the newly installed walnut bookcases a lengthy process, but I got through it with my sunny mood intact. The only one out of sorts was Tobias the cat who accidentally got shut in the cupboard under the stairs. But fortunately he worked off most of his irritation having a showdown with the Hoover and a couple of mops. All three children ate their supper of toad-in-a-hole and rice pudding without fuss.

I got them bathed and down for the night with a minimum of pillow fighting and jumping on the beds. Hurrying them through their prayers and only reading them one chapter of Charlottes Web left me feeling a little guilty, but the minutes were ticking away. It was time to step into the shower. I resisted the temptation to skip washing my hair because it is long and always takes an age to blow-dry. But I wanted to look my best when the curtain rose on the entrance of the man who played the leading role in my life.

The corduroy dress I put on was forest green, one of my favorite shades. A glance in the mirror showed my eyes sparkling with anticipation and my chignon pinned neatly in place except for the tendrils I had allowed to escape. Usually I didnt fuss unduly about my appearance. I would never be a beauty like my cousin Vanessa, the well-known model. My coloring was too subdued, my features unremarkable. Fresh-faced and wholesome was one way Id heard myself described. Still, I thought this time I had risen to the occasion.

It had been storming on and off during the day, and rain now beat against the windowpanes as I hurried back down to the study to turn on the gas logs, another new addition. The grandfather clock struck the half-hour: 7:30. He should be here any moment now. I was setting two glasses on the silver tray containing the brandy decanter when I heard the front door open and his footsteps in the hall. My hero! My husband had returned from a weeks trip promoting his latest cookery book.

Ben was peeling off his damp coat. Never had he looked more handsome with rain glistening in his dark hair and his blue green eyes alight with the pleasure of being back where he belonged. I stumbled over his suitcase in getting to him and for several moments I was lost to the thrill of being again in his arms and returning his passionate kiss. Its amazing how even a short absence can revitalize a marriage of six years. I was swept back to those first heady days when he had stormed into my life and I had thought him the most insufferably arrogant, infuriating marvelous man alive. But this wasnt just a reunion. It was the moment for which I had been rehearsing all day. Over and over again I had recited my lines and his too, knowing exactly what he would say when I walked him on stage.

Come with me, I tugged on his arm. Have I got something to show you, darling! Were going into the study. Promise to close your eyes when we get to the door and not open them until Ive walked you into the middle of the room.

Not a surprise party? He recoiled, looking aghast. There isnt a bunch of people in there. I want it to be just you and me and the children.

Hadnt I known thats what he would say?

The children are in bed. And theres nobody else here except Tobias, and hes too much of a gentleman to intrude. I laughed in cheerful delight. I just couldnt wait to see my beloveds expression when I had shuffled him into position. Across the flagstones we went, past the twin suits of armor against the staircase wall and through the study door. No doubt about it, my labors had paid off. The room was a vision to behold. Those gas logs gave an apricot glow to the newly hung wallpaper and gleamed upon the polished surfaces. The brandy in the decanter seemed to have caught on fire. How could Ben fail to be as delighted as I was? You can open your eyes now. I moved back to the doorway, eager not to impede an inch of the view.

My God, Ellie! It was the exclamation I had anticipated.

Surprised?

Youve changed everything!

Out with the old. In with the new, I carroled back at him.

You shouldnt have!

The very words I had rehearsed for him! But he was supposed to have included an endearment, such as sweetheart or darling. And I hadnt pictured his eyebrows coming down in an iron bar across his nose. Or that his mouth would have firmed into an equally hard line. For several moments he did not move except to fold his arms. Then he began to pace with thundering steps.

Wheres my typewriter?

The old manual? A quiver entered my voice.

And my filing cabinet?

That beaten up, rusty piece of tin?

Ellie, menace throbbed through every syllable, what have you done with my stuff? I cant work in this fussed-up environment. I want my own things. My lumpy armchair, the old jet gas fire. Why the wallpaper? Why the china cabinet and the silver and crystal? He was now clutching his head and looking as anguished as if Id given away his mother to the Salvation Army. How do you expect me to write? With a quill pen?

Theres a computer in that cabinet? I pointed a shaking finger. And all your files are in the drawers.

I dont want a damn computer!

I thought you would be pleased!

Then you thought wrong? What really went on here, he flung out an arm toppling over a vase, is that youve been itching to get your hands on this room, the one place in this house that Ive called my own, because you thought it wasnt up to your standards as a professional interior designer.

Ben, I went to a lot of effort-I did not add that I had also spent an unconscionable amount of money-to do this for you.

No, Ellie, he had never before spoken to me so coldly, you did it for you. Before I could summon up an answer the telephone rang. Feeling relieved at having a reason to leave the room and its suddenly icy atmosphere, I went out into the hall to answer it. When I returned Ben was back to standing with his arms folded.

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