A Most Agreeable Murder (Beatrice Steele, #1)

by Julia Seales

“What could you possibly be doing that’s more important than finding a husband?” Mrs. Steele pressed.

A lady’s nook is incomplete without a book.

“Surely he shall be most attracted to her mind and personality,” Beatrice said lightly. “Don’t be ridiculous,” Mrs. Steele said as she rifled through the closet.

“He could be a murderer, or worse, a Frenchman!”

“You know, Inspector,” Beatrice said gently, her fingers curling around the necklace, “you are allowed to experience emotions. They’re not always bad.” “I would have disagreed, until I met you,” he said, still holding her gaze.

She would be able to catch the killer. After all, she had done it before.

the smell of singed French furniture filling the room with a scent like burned baguettes.

A good stitch would have saved in a fix, but a true friend of Beatrice’s would have known: Beatrice could not sew to save a life. Only to end one.

“Everything in this house was made in France; it’s turning to ash in seconds. We must go now!”

One may speak French, but one must never travel to France.

Ladies must not read grisly articles, scandalous novels, or anything excessively funny.

Ladies can perform mathematics for enjoyment but may not invent any new theorems, for this could make a man feel bad about himself because he did not think of it first.

Ladies may visit the poor and bring them scones.