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Praise for the delightful mysteries of Kate Kingsbury...
Sitting Marsh and its array of small-town citizens are realistically and humorously depicted.The Mystery Reader
Likable characters, period details, and a puzzle that kept me guessing until the end... Very enjoyable.
Mystery News
Clever and cunning... Delightfully unique and entertaining. A most delicious tea-time mystery with just the right atmosphere and a charming cast of characters.
The Literary Times
Delightful and charming.Painted Rock Reviews
Well-drawn characters.Publishers Weekly
Full of humor, suspense, adventure, and touches of romance... delightful.Rendezvous
A fun-to-read historical mystery.Midwest Book Review
Trust me, you will not be disappointed... Ms. Kingsbury has created a memorable series with delightful characters that can be enjoyed over and over again.Myshelf.com
Sublime... Fascinating mid-twentieth-century mystery.
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[Kingsburys] characters are strongly drawn, and she knows the tensions that underlie the calm and soothing surface of an English village.The Salem (OR) Statesman Journal
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Manor House Mysteries by Kate Kingsbury
A BICYCLE BUILT FOR MURDER
DEATH IS IN THE AIR
FOR WHOM DEATH TOLLS
DIG DEEP FOR MURDER
PAINT BY MURDER
BERRIED ALIVE
FIRE WHEN READY
WEDDING ROWS
Pennyfoot Hotel Mysteries by Kate Kingsbury
ROOM WITH A CLUE
DO NOT DISTURB
SERVICE FOR TWO
EAT, DRINK, AND BE BURIED
CHECK-OUT TIME
GROUNDS FOR MURDER
PAY THE PIPER
CHIVALRY IS DEAD
RING FOR TOMB SERVICE
DEATH WITH RESERVATIONS
DYING ROOM ONLY
MAID TO MURDER
NO CLUE AT THE INN
CHAPTER 1
Seated in the second row of the centuries-old church, Lady Elizabeth Hartleigh Compton folded her hands in her lap and gazed with satisfaction at the guests slowly filing into the narrow pews. There was something about a wedding that brought out the best in people.
Getting married in wartime presented a unique set of problems. On top of the usual flurry of preparations, there was the huge problem of securing gowns for the bride and her attendants. With clothes being on ration, finding enough coupons was daunting.
Once news of Priscilla Pierces upcoming springtime nuptials to Captain Wally Carbunkle had spread throughout the village, however, some of the most surprising people came forward.
Rita Crumm, for instance, who coveted her belongings as zealously as a squirrel hoarding nuts, was the first to present Priscilla with five precious coupons. Lilly, her daughter, followed soon after, though Elizabeth suspected that the young girl had responded to a certain amount of wrathful pressure from her mother.
One by one the offers had drifted in. Priscilla had given Elizabeth a full and tearful accounting during a visit to Wallys cottage shortly before the much-anticipated invitations were sent out.
According to the prospective and exceedingly nervous bride, Bessie from the Bake Shop had offered to make the wedding cake, with donations of egg rations from her staff.
Following Rita Crumms example, or more likely her orders, the members of the Housewives League each pledged to bring food for the reception, to be held in the village hall. Florrie Evans, who turned out to be an adept seamstress, worked day and night to sew gowns not only for the bride, but also for the maid of honor and two bridesmaids.
Elizabeth herself had donated flowers from her gardens, while Earl Monroe, the American AAF major billeted in her mansion, offered to scrounge a silk parachute from the base for the wedding gown.
Priscilla and Wally issued an invitation to everyone who had contributed, and right now the tiny church seemed to be bursting at the seams. The vicar, Elizabeth reflected, would be most pleased to have such a bountiful attendance for a change.
Having given up most of her own coupons, she had elected to wear an elegant peach silk gown for the occasion. It had been in her possession for several years but was seldom worn. Her peaches-and-cream hat and gloves were new, but shed made do with a pair of cream shoes that Desmond, her gardener and jack-of-all-trades, had made presentable by repairing the heels.
Seated next to her on the slim bench, Major Earl Monroe looked resplendent in his uniform. Elizabeth was hard put not to keep staring at him. Shed been afraid he might not be able to attend the wedding. For the last few weeks his absences had grown more frequent. Although he hadnt admitted as much, Elizabeth knew he was flying missions over France and Germany. Dangerous missions that, according to reports in the newspaper, were taking a toll on the airplanes and the courageous men who flew in them.
The sight of him these days brought a small measure of relief, only to be replaced by terror every time he said good-bye again. She had learned to put her fear on hold while she was with him and concentrate instead in making the most of every second in his company.
Each time they met, the moment she set eyes on him she wanted to melt into his arms. Definitely unbecoming for the lady of the manor and quite out of the question. Then again, a lot of what went on in her mind was most unfitting for her position. Fortunately, few people were aware of her great passion for the handsome major, and she intended to keep it that way. It was enough to know he shared her affection, even if protocol demanded that they hide it under a guise of mutual friendship.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a thunderous and discordant blast of chords from the organ. Since Priscilla was the church organist, a replacement had to be found for the occasion. An elderly woman had been brought in from North Horsham to oblige, and it was obvious that her competence on the organ was only slighter better than Priscillas often agonizing performances.
Heads had turned toward the rear of the church in eager expectation. Wally, looking like a nervous, aging penguin in his black coattails, peeked over his shoulder for the first sight of his bride. His brother, whom Elizabeth had yet to meet, stood at his side. Neville Carbunkle was a fatter, shorter version of Wally, and he lacked the abundance of winter-white hair and beard sported by the retired sea captain.
Elizabeth was intrigued to notice that Neville seemed to be paying more attention than was appropriate to the gray-haired woman at the organ. Wally was fast approaching sixty and had mentioned that his brother was older by two years. Obviously the elder of the Carbunkle brothers was not going to be outdone by the romantic achievements of his younger sibling.
Turning her head, Elizabeth watched the procession move slowly down the long aisle, headed by an elegant middle-aged woman dressed in dark blue satin.
Earl leaned closer and whispered in her ear. Is that Priscillas sister?
Yes, Elizabeth whispered back. Thats Daphne Winterhalter.
Doesnt look at all like Priscilla.
Daphnes quite a bit younger. Not yet forty, I believe.
And a heck of a lot more glamorous.
Elizabeth inclined her head. Thats her husband, Rodney. The tall, gray-haired man in the first row. Hes a well-known surgeon in Cambridge. Her daughter, Tess, is one of the bridesmaids. Priscillas friend, Fiona Farnsworth, is the other one.
Watching the bridesmaids follow sedately behind the maid of honor, Elizabeth had to admire Florries handiwork. The satin gowns were the same color as that worn by the maid of honor, but with shorter skirts and more daring necklines.
