Murder, mystery and a dog of distinction. Heathcliff Lennox investigates.
Book 19 in the Heathcliff Lennox series
By: Karen Baugh Menuhin
London, February 1925. There’s an Abyssinian exhibition at the British Museum. Lennox and Swift’s wives would like to go – are going, in fact. And an old colleague of Swift’s has written: he has a bit of a conundrum. Something a couple of detectives to the toffs might help with.
By the time they reach his door, he is three days dead at his desk.
The case, it seems, was a simple one. Augustus Dalrymple, a Fleet Street man of long standing, is worried about his dear friend Miss Emily Callaghan.
Emily is a woman of a certain age. Blind, or so she says. Exceptionally wealthy. Her Mayfair house is always full: guests who never quite leave, friends with expensive advice, experts in horses, pictures and investments. None of them has any money. All of them are devoted to Emily.
Only Mossop, her faithful man of thirty years, appears to expect nothing in return.
Someone has begun asking questions about the Callaghan fortune.
And someone is determined those questions should stop.
