Murder Is a Must by Marty Wingate

Author:Marty Wingate [Wingate, Marty]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Published: 2020-12-02T00:00:00+00:00

See you at Minerva?

Her reply came quickly.

Raven

No, this wasn’t a pie evening.

Burgers. Minerva. 7

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That settled, I committed myself to one more task before I clocked off: I bought a bottle of sherry. When I reached Middlebank, Mrs. Woolgar’s office door stood ajar, and so I looked in.

“All ready for tomorrow?” I asked. “The board members know they will be meeting Zeno before the lecture?”

The secretary nodded. “Maureen Frost thinks she remembers hearing his name from some theatrical . . . oh, let’s see, what word did she use?”

Travesty?

“Festival. A festival in Suffolk celebrating the spoken language of the Iceni.” And what touch had Zeno added to that event? I wondered. Did he dress someone as Boadicea and have her ride in on the back of a bull?

“She may want to speak with you about it,” Mrs. Woolgar added.

Great, another task for my Tuesday morning.

The secretary shut down her computer, stood, and brushed off her skirt.

“Mrs. Woolgar, thank you for being so kind to Bess and Becky this morning. I wasn’t prepared to see them, and your help smoothed it all over.”

“You’re welcome, Ms. Burke,” she said, in a voice one or two degrees softer than usual. “They seem like lovely young women.”

There now—she got it right. Young women. “I didn’t realize you sewed your own clothes.”

“Yes, I sew,” she replied, those two degrees of softness gone. “Where did you think my dresses came from—a time machine?” She clasped her hands at her waist. “When I was young, I altered clothes as my living.” I detected a gleam in her eye behind those thick specs.

This grain of personal information was more than I’d got out of her in my first six months at the Society. I seized it and attempted to shake loose another morsel. “Did you have a shop?”

“A shop, no—well, of sorts. The front room of my maisonette.”

Was that pride I heard in her voice?

“How lovely. And this was . . . ?”

“A lifetime ago.” She threw back her shoulders. “Now, Ms. Burke—what does Mr. Berryfield mean by an ‘immersive event’?”

From sewing to pig’s blood in record time.

“He believes that activities will draw more people to the exhibition. Don’t worry—I won’t let it get out of hand.”

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