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ALSO BY T E KINSEY
The Lady Hardcastle Mysteries
A Quiet Life in the Country
In the Market for Murder
Death Around the Bend
Christmas at The Grange (Kindle Single)
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, events, and incidents are either products of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Text copyright 2018 by T E Kinsey
All rights reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher.
Published by Thomas & Mercer, Seattle
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ISBN-13: 9781542046022
ISBN-10: 1542046025
Cover design by Lisa Horton
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Authors Note
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Chapter One
Just hold it steady and try to keep your hand out of the shot, said Lady Hardcastle with only the tiniest hint of exasperation.
I had been summoned to the studio in the orangery at eight oclock that morning. It was half-past eleven now and we were both becoming only the tiniest bit impatient with each other.
Perhaps we should take a break, my lady, I said. Ill get Miss Jones to make us a nice pot of coffee. I think she had some biscuits on the go, too.
Just . . . one . . . more . . . shot . . . she said, reaching across to the camera to flick the shutter release. There. All done, I think. I just need to make up some nice title cards and then Town Mouse and Country Mouse will be ready for the viewing public. Or the villagers, at any rate. Im not sure the wider public could give a fig one way or the other. But Gertie assures me that the village is abuzz she really did say abuzz, you know the village is abuzz with excited talk about Lady Hardcastles moving picture.
Daisy speaks of little else, I said. I was in the Dog and Duck at lunchtime yesterday while you were fussing about in here and she was holding court behind the bar. That Lady Hardcastle, she said, shes some sort of genius or sommat making them moving pictures and that. A genius, my lady. And shes actually met you. Your artistic endeavours may yet be the salvation of your shaky reputation.
They may yet, she said distractedly as she continued to fiddle with the camera. Did you say something about coffee?
And biscuits. Ill pop up to the kitchen and see what I can find.
Bless you. Ill just tidy up here and Ill meet you in the morning room.
I left the orangery and walked the short distance to the back door. The house had been built a few years earlier in the modern style all red brick and white-painted window frames. One concession to earlier fashion had been the inclusion of the orangery. Lady Hardcastle rented the house from her old friend Jasper Laxley. He had designed it with the intention of moving into it when he and his family returned from India. Events had conspired to keep them on the beautiful subcontinent for longer than expected and he was delighted to be able to rent the newly built home to a trusted pal. It seems Mr Laxley had anticipated bringing exotic plant specimens back from India and had created the orangery to accommodate them. When we moved in, Lady Hardcastle had immediately reappointed it for use as a photographic studio. It was not at all what Mr Laxley had in mind, of course, but the light really was rather splendid.
I was only out of doors for a few moments but autumn was making its presence felt and I was glad to get in out of the chill.
I found Miss Jones, the young cook, hard at work in the kitchen. She seemed to be preparing a rack of lamb for our Sunday lunch.
Lady Hardcastle had employed her when we first moved to Littleton Cotterell. She was terribly young to be a cook. So young, in fact, that none of us could bring ourselves to call her Mrs Jones as tradition dictated. It seemed wrong, somehow. Despite her youth and inexperience, her cooking skills were a revelation. Ive always thought myself a bit of a dab hand in the kitchen, but Blodwen Jones made me look like the worst sort of bumbling bungler by comparison.
Oh, hello, Miss Armstrong, she said as I stood by the range, warming my hands. Ednas been askin where you was. Somethin about her thinkin we needs new table linen for the dinin room. And shes run out of beeswax. And her duster has worn out. Nothins going right for her today. I think youve been lucky keepin out of her way, to be honest.
I tried not to sigh. Id better go and have a word, I said instead. Can you conjure up a pot of coffee while Im gone, please? Lady Hardcastle will take it in the morning room.
Of course, she said with a smile. I made some shortbread this morning as well if you think shed fancy that.
You read my mind, I said.
I set off to find the housemaid.
How stands the Empire, Edna? I said when I finally found her in one of the bedrooms.
Ive been better, Miss Armstrong, she said wearily.
Oh dear, I said. Whats the matter?
Everythin seems to be goin wrong. Ive run out of polish, this blimmin dusters seen better days she held up a limp collection of ostrich feathers at the end of a battered handle I cant get the table linen to come up nice . . . Int nothin workin as it should. And I cant tell you how many times Ive put things down and cant find em again.
Thatll be the house ghost. Its the time of year for it, after all.
Oh, dont say that, she said. I knows you and the mistress dont go in for things like that, but I takes it very serious. Ive seen a ghost at our grandmas house. I ant never felt a chill like it. And the barrier between their world and ours is weakest at Halloween.
I was teasing, I said. I think were safe. This house is less than ten years old its not been here long enough to acquire any ghosts.
You shouldnt make fun of them, she said earnestly. You never know what went on here in days gone by.
Im sorry, I was just trying to lighten the mood. Its not like you to be so downhearted over a few minor setbacks. Is there something else wrong?
She looked up from making the bed. Oh, its sommat and nothin, mdear, she said with a fleeting smile. My Dan was hurt tother day at work. Hell mend, but its a worry, though.
Oh no, Im so sorry. I had no idea. Is it serious? Should you be looking after him?
Hes fine. Its just a broken leg. But well miss his wages Dr Fitzsimmons reckons hell be off work for six weeks or more.
What does he do?
Farm work for Toby Thompson, at the moment. Him with the dairy herd. He usually works for Noah Lock up the hill, but he goes where the work is. A few odd jobs here and there, you know. Dan-of-all-trades, I calls him.
Hell be scuppered with a gammy leg, then, I said. Would it help to do a few more hours here? I can have a word with Lady Hardcastle.
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