Royal Flush (A Royal Spyness Mystery)

Royal Flush (A Royal Spyness Mystery)

Rhys Bowen

Language: English

Pages: 320

ISBN: 0425236390

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


1930's London: Poor Lady Georgiana-thirty-fourth in line to the throne- has been sent home due to a little scandal. Now she must keep the entirely unsuitable Mrs. Simpson from seducing the Prince of Wales-and help Scotland Yard by preventing someone from shooting the Prince of Wales instead of quails.

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never met a hostile ghost yet.” “But that’s because you’re family members,” the countess wailed. “Everyone knows that family ghosts are only hostile to strangers.” “If you ask me, it was someone playing a practical joke,” the Prince of Wales said, looking around at the assembled group. “And if it was someone here, it would be the honorable thing to own up right now.” Our guests looked at each other but nobody spoke. “Then let us think back to see if anyone was missing from the room when the

muttered, drawing closer to Lady Peebles. “Did you ever see a couple so attached to each other?” “Especially since she was supposed to marry his brother,” Lady Peebles replied. “I must say she changed her allegiance rather rapidly.” “Well, wouldn’t you, given the choice?” Lady Marchmont retorted. I was close enough to overhear this little exchange, and turned back to them. “I remember hearing about that,” I said. “The Duke of Clarence, wasn’t it? What exactly happened? He died, didn’t he?”

had dropped back?” Darcy shook his head. “Can’t say I would. When you’re intent on waiting for the next grouse to be flushed you don’t look around.” We had reached the cars. Darcy took my hands in his. “You go on back to the house. I should stay with the shooting party until the police arrive. And Georgie, don’t go off on your own. Stay with the queen and the ladies, understand? The police will be coming now. This is in their hands.” We stood there for a moment, holding hands, just looking at

servants can tell us.” I led him up the central staircase. He nodded in satisfaction at the swords, shields, banners and stags’ heads on the walls. “None of this namby-pamby stuff,” he commented. “No, we Rannochs have been killing people very successfully for generations,” I said. He gave me a quizzical half smile. “So am I to consider that a relative of yours might be an ideal suspect?” “Nothing to gain,” I said. “Binky’s thirty-second in line. I don’t think he’s up to bumping off thirty-one

struck the rock. Then you’d know this wasn’t girlish hysteria. And you could retrieve the bullet and see if it matched the gun used in yesterday’s murder.” “Good God,” he said, looking at me as if I was a sweet puppy that had suddenly revealed itself to be a dangerous wolf. “Very well. I’ll arrange for men and a car.” We retraced our steps and I was delighted when I was able to locate the rock, point out the scar where the bullet bounced off, and finally see them find the bullet. They were

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