Old Mrs. Lauder was as loathsome as her lilies were lovely. Every year, the vicar had hoped for a change of heart in this sinister woman whose murder brought fear and suspicion to the village, to the church, and the lilies she had denied them every E...
There was snow in Devonshire at the end of May, and floods on the first day of June -- signs that would have sent an ancient Greek hurrying to propitiate the gods. But Paul Saracen merely cursed the climate and went about his business and remained ob...
To escape from an unhappy love affair, Alison Sinclair left her home in Edinburgh to lose herself in London. After eighteen months as a companion-secretary to a charming but eccentric old lady, she felt she was ready to forget the past and begin agai...