Death on the Lizard by Robin Paige

Author:Robin Paige [Paige, Robin]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
Tags: Telegraph; Wireless, Historical, Sheridan; Kate (Fictitious Character), Mystery & Detective, Marconi; Guglielmo, Great Britain - History - Edward VII; 1901-1910, Edwardian, General, Great Britain, Mystery Fiction, Historical Fiction, Lizard; The (England), Historical Mystery, Fiction, Women Novelists, Sheridan; Charles (Fictitious Character), Inventors
ISBN: 9780425210390
Google: KcMDQQIahzQC
Amazon: 0425210391
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Goodreads: 1083108
Publisher: Penguin
Published: 2006-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINETEEN

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Tristram in ship lay With Isolde each night, Play merrily he may With that worthy wight In bower night and day. All blithe was the knight, That he might with her lay.

Sir Tristram

Middle English poem, fourteenth century

t breakfast on Friday morning, Jenna asked if Kate and Patsy would like to spend the day sightseeing on the Lizard. “Mrs. Tremaine can make us a picnic lunch,” she said, “and Snood will bring the horse and gig round when we’re ready. Sir Oliver isn’t expected until tea time, so we’ll have the whole day all to ourselves, to go where we like.” “Lovely!” Kate exclaimed, pouring herself a glass of

orange juice. “Where shall we go?” Patsy asked. Jenna smiled and passed a plate of toast. “I thought we

might drive us over to the sea, to Dennis Head, where we can explore to our hearts’ content. We can come back by way of the stone circle on Tremorder Hill—if that suits you, of course.”

“Wonderful!” Patsy cried excitedly. “I’ll take my camera— I have one of those new Ross focal plane cameras, you know, and I’ve been dying to try it out.”

“And as we drive, Jenna,” Kate said, “you can tell us all about the history of the place—the Celts and the Romans, and the Cornish fairies and pixies, too. I’ve heard so many legends about them.”

There was a great deal to be seen on the Lizard, and much to be known about its ancient landscape, and Kate was glad for the sightseeing trip. But she was even more glad that Jenna wanted to get out of the house, for their hostess appeared to be under a great deal of strain. Her face was pale, and she seemed anxious and on edge. Kate wondered if her apprehension might have to do with Oliver Lodge’s visit. Whatever the reason, though, a day in the sun and fresh air would do her a great deal of good. And Charles would be with them for dinner tonight, which gave Kate herself something important to look forward to.

As soon as they finished eating, they took the basket Jenna’s cook had prepared, climbed into the waiting gig, and started off in a southerly direction. The morning was lovely indeed. The horse trotted briskly and the gig was large enough for the three of them to fit comfortably, with the picnic basket tucked securely behind them. The breeze brushing their faces was mild and sweet, the sky was a bright, electric blue, traced with delicate wisps of high white clouds, and there was a great vastness of space around them which made Kate want to throw her head back and shout for sheer joy. Patsy, too, was gay, and even Jenna smiled and laughed and joined in their occasional bursts of

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song. But Kate thought her liveliness seemed forced, and while the fresh air brought a bloom to her cheeks, it did little to dispel the shadows in her eyes.

They left the horse and gig at St. Anthony-in-Meneage, a gray stone church with a square tower overlooking the little harbor of Gillan Creek.

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