An Oxford Murder: A Golden Age Mystery (The Catherine Tregowyn Mysteries Book 1) by G.G. Vandagriff

An Oxford Murder: A Golden Age Mystery (The Catherine Tregowyn Mysteries Book 1) by G.G. Vandagriff

Author:G.G. Vandagriff [Vandagriff, G.G.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Orson Whitney Press
Published: 2019-11-05T16:00:00+00:00


Chapter Fifteen

Dot woke her at ten o’clock.

“Here I rise at dawn and drive up from London, ready for the hunt, only to find you still abed!”

“I went out dancing,” she said dreamily.

“Dancing?”

“With Dr. Harry. We did the Tango. It was more fun than anything.”

“Dr. Harry, huh? At least it wasn’t the wastrel. Up, up, up!”

Catherine dressed quickly in her pink frock and hat while Dot ordered coffee and a bun for her from room service.

They found Dr. Harry waiting in the lobby below.

“Hullo, Señor!” said Catherine. “What are you doing here?”

“I thought I might help in the search for Lady Rachel. Saturday is not the easiest day to track down inhabitants of the men’s colleges.”

“We have to stop at Somerville to check the Debrett’s in the library,” said Catherine.

“My carriage awaits,” said Dr. Harry. “I am ready to perform chauffeuring duties for the day.”

She looked at him suspiciously. “Are you sure you’re not acting as bodyguard?”

“Well, that, too. I won’t be totally at ease until Stephenson is brought in.”

“They didn’t bring Stephenson in yet?” asked Dot.

“They haven’t found him. Hence the bobby in the lobby here,” said Catherine.

“Oh, dear. Surely, he knows that horse has already bolted. He must know why the police are after him.”

“He called the infirmary,” Catherine said. “He knows I survived the blow. We think that’s when he took off.”

“Well, I think my driving is probably better than yours,” Dot said to Dr. Harry. “But I won’t mind being chauffeured for once. You will be a grand help if we should have a puncture.”

* * *

Dr. Harry waited by the porter’s lodge in his Morris motor while Catherine and Dot performed their errand at Somerville.

At the library, Dot found the Debrett’s Peerage, and they looked up the Fellingsworth family of Hampshire.

“Gwendolyn’s father is Lord Robert, the second son of the Marquis of Debenham. The Debenham family seat, Brookshire Hall, is near Winchester, it looks like,” she said. “New Alresford. It doesn’t show Lord Robert’s residence. We will have to place a trunk call to Brookshire Hall to find out. Where shall we ring from?”

“Hobbs will let us ring from the porter’s lodge if we leave him money to cover it,” said Catherine. “At least, that was the policy when we were up. I had to call Cornwall often when my mother was so ill.”

The porter was indeed amenable. It only remained for them to ascertain the cost of the call from the switchboard operator at its conclusion.

Dot made the call. “Brookshire Hall in New Alresford, Hampshire, if you please.”

The operator told her to ring off and wait for her call to be connected. While they were waiting, Dr. Harry, who had apparently grown tired of his motor, arrived at the lodge.

Catherine greeted him, “We are waiting for a call from Hampshire. Trying to locate Lady Rachel’s friend.”

“So she was in Debrett’s?” he asked.

“Yes. An honorable. Niece to the Marquis of Debenham,” said Catherine. “We’re calling the family seat to try to find her.”

“Is her father Robert or Alexander?” asked Dr.



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