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2000s: The snow is thick, the phone line is down, and no one is getting in or out of Warbeck Hall.
2000s: The snow is thick, the phone line is down, and no one is getting in or out of Warbeck Hall.
With friends and family gathered round the fire, all should be set for a perfect Christmas at Warbeck Hall but as the bells chime midnight, a mysterious murder takes place.
Who can be responsible? The scorned young lover? The lord’s passed-over cousin? The social climbing politician’s wife? The Czech history professor? The obsequious butler? And perhaps the real question is: can any of them survive long enough to tell the tale?
Warbeck Hall is reputed to be the oldest inhabited house in Markshire. The muniment room in the north eastern angle is probably its oldest part; it is certainly the coldest.
Dun-coloured clouds, threatening snow, obscured the wintry sky… the car slowed down to negotiate the hump-backed bridge over the stream that separated Warbeck village from the demesne….
The very word demesne places this novel in time and setting quite aptly – it’s a piece of land attached to a manor and retained by the owner for their own use.”
“At ten minutes to eight Briggs carried a tray bearing a decanter of sherry and glasses into the drawing-room. At eight o’clock precisely he sounded the great Chinese gong in the hall. It was an entirely unnecessary piece of ritual, for he had already seen for himself that all five guests were present; but as a piece of ritual he enjoyed it. The deep brazen notes pulsated through the great half-empty house, penetrating into the dilapidated spare rooms where no guest had been since the First World War, rousing echoes in servants’ quarters where no servant was ever likely to be seen again.”
Destination: England Author/Guide: Cyril Hare Departure Time: 1920s
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