The Last Dance (A Dear Abby Cozy Mystery Book 5) by Sonia Parin & Sonia Parin

Author:Sonia Parin & Sonia Parin [Parin, Sonia]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2018-09-26T16:00:00+00:00

“I never imagined I’d live in a house as grand as this one.” Faith swirled around.

“Um, Faith. I don’t want to be the one to burst your bubble of joy, but we’re sort of here to try to find a murderer.”

If the butler, who had introduced himself as Wadsworth, had any opinions about Faith’s behavior, he kept them to himself.

“On behalf of Lord Granger, welcome to Willoughby Park.”

“Lord Granger?” Abby asked.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“I had no idea he had a title.”

“His Lordship has made a point of trying to fit into the local community. In deference to my long service in his employ, he allows me to address him as Lord Granger.”

“I see,” Abby said. Although, she really didn’t. “A Lord… I thought as the third son he didn’t have any titles.”

“He has acquired several hereditary titles from his uncle.” The butler lifted his chin. “The 15th Viscount of Trenthenton, 20th Baron Willoughby from which this park is named. Lord Granger was very fond of his uncle, Ernest Granger, 19th Baron Willoughby. In reality, he should be addressed as Lord Willoughby or Lord Trenthenton, but that would only cause confusion as everyone knows him as Charles Granger.”

“Do we curtsey?” Faith asked. “He never said anything about having titles. In fact, we were all under the impression he didn’t have any.”

“Lord Granger does not wish to boast.” The edge of the butler’s lip lifted.

Clearly, the man rather enjoyed boasting on his employer’s behalf.

Faith whispered, “So… do I curtsey or not?”

“I wouldn’t worry about it,” Abby said.

“If you follow me, please. Your rooms have been prepared. They face the lake and have an adjoining door. You’ll find provisions have also been made for Master Doyle.”

“Huh? Who?” Doyle flapped his tail against Abby’s leg.

They were led up the stairs and along a wide hallway with doors on either side. The butler ushered them into a splendid room complete with a canopied bed, a fainting couch and a fireplace.

Faith pointed to a mini canopied bed. “That must be for Master Doyle.”

Doyle took a tentative step toward it and sniffed the air. After a moment, he strode around it and poked his little head inside. Finding it to his liking, he leaped inside and, moments later, poked his little head out from between thick velvet curtains.

“He appears to approve,” Abby said.

The butler opened an adjoining door. “This is your bedchamber, Miss O’Keefe.”

“He means you, Faith.”

“Once you have settled in, you may make your way down to the ballroom. It has been transformed into your headquarters.”

Faith cleared her throat. “Um… And if one might actually wish for some refreshments, what might one need to do?”

Mr. Wadsworth gave a small nod. “One might ring for it. Lunch will be served at noon.”

Faith waited for the butler to leave and close the door before taking a leap and flopping onto the canopied bed. “Can you believe this place? Last night we dined and danced here and today, we’re settling in. Just call me Cinderella. Do you think I could marry

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