Murder in the Stars: A 1920s Historical Cozy Mystery (An Evie Parker Mystery Book 13) by Sonia Parin

Author:Sonia Parin [Parin, Sonia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-11-11T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

It’s written in the stars

Audley Street, Mayfair

Noticing Phillipa’s downcast expression, Evie offered her assurances. “The play will go ahead. Don’t you worry about that.”

“I won’t lie. Yes, I’m concerned about that but I’m mostly still in shock over the senseless death. George Fletcher was a genuinely nice fellow who always had a moment for anyone who needed to have a chat. I’d hate to think someone took advantage of that.”

Finding the mood at the pub too somber, they decided to forego lunch. In any case, they had all lost their appetites.

Every time they came up to town, there seemed to be more vehicles on the road so it took longer than expected to arrive at the Audley Street house. When they did, Evie was relieved to find Meera Mason still there.

Her wound had been dressed and Millicent had found some daytime clothes for her to wear which seemed to fit her perfectly. Although Evie suspected the thespian would normally wear something more colorful instead of the demure browns Millicent had selected.

“How do you feel this morning?” Evie asked.

“Well rested but still feeling shaken by the experience,” Meera Mason admitted as she cradled her injured hand on her lap. “I’ve been going over it in my mind and I still can’t understand how that man managed to attack me. I didn’t see anyone out on the street. How did I miss hearing him approaching?”

Evie suggested, “His approach might have been muffled by the music coming from the house next door.”

“Oh, yes, I suppose so. I didn’t think of that. Wait… There wasn’t any music playing. I remember wondering if I had the right house. I’d been there the night before but London is still new to me and all the houses in this area look the same to me, especially at night.”

“You’re right. Tom and I didn’t hear any music.” And Henrietta had told them the mood had been gloomy.

“Do you remember seeing any motor cars driving in the area?” Evie asked.

“No.”

“What about a taxicab? I assume that’s how you traveled.”

“No, the taxicab left and I spent a few minutes collecting my thoughts. For me, attending a party is like walking on stage. I always feel I must get into character.”

Evie noticed the newspaper beside her on the sofa. Had Meera Mason read about the man found dead near the theater?

It didn’t seem appropriate to mention it, especially as the thespian had already said she still felt shaken by her experience. Evie definitely didn’t wish to add to her distress, so she didn’t mention it.

“I think a cup of tea would be just the tonic.”

“Oh, yes, please.” Phillipa sat down opposite the sofa.

“Oh, dear. I’ve just realized I didn’t introduce you. This is our dear friend, Phillipa Brady. She’s a scriptwriter...”

Tom walked in, a newspaper in his hand. Evie tried to catch his attention to signal that he shouldn’t mention the death of George Fletcher but Tom had his attention fixed on an article.

“This is the latest edition. There’s no mention here of George Fletcher but at least there’s an article.

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