A Pernicious Fabrication (Beatrice Hyde-Clare Mysteries, #13)

by Lynn Messina

Even with her decades of docility, the drab Miss Hyde-Clare categorically refused to submit to her own brutal slaying without issuing a word of protest.

Struck by his kindness, which was at odds with the aggressive insouciance he strove to project at all times, Bea darted him a grateful look as she grasped her cousin’s hand. “Lord Nuneaton is correct.

He had a way of exuding charm that seemed sincere despite its calculation,

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Raising a clenched fist in front of his scowling face, he cried, “I knew it! Didn’t I say it? A visit from Hell and Fury Hawes could mean only one thing! Another murder! I told Johnny in the stables. I said to him, ‘Her grace is off to look at another corpse.’

As for the retinue of women who proceeded Miss Brewer’s tenure, Foster swore he did not know a single thing about them.

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“She is going to be beside herself when she finds out she discussed the privy in front of the Duke and Duchess of Kesgrave,”

Ah, there it was, she thought, the misogyny she knew so well. It would not be a murder investigation without a healthy dose of male contempt.

Utterly bemused, Bea could not fathom how the drab Miss Hyde-Clare had wound up there, in the study of a bare-knuckled brawler named Rennie Rumpus receiving an offer to establish a baking concern that would withhold its goods from the ruler of England.

“He is the preening windbag who denied me access to the archives because I am female.”

Well, I happen to like having all my fingers and toes, and if that makes me eccentric, so be it!

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