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Jane and the Wandering Eye (Jane Austen Series #3)

Jane and the Wandering Eye (Jane Austen Series #3)

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by Stephanie Barron

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As Christmas of 1804 approaches, Jane Austen finds herself "insupportably bored with Bath, and the littleness of a town." It is with relief that she accepts a peculiar commission from her Gentleman Rogue, Lord Harold Trowbridge—to shadow his niece, Lady Desdemona, who has fled to Bath to avoid the attentions of the unsavoury Earl of Swithin.

But Jane


As Christmas of 1804 approaches, Jane Austen finds herself "insupportably bored with Bath, and the littleness of a town." It is with relief that she accepts a peculiar commission from her Gentleman Rogue, Lord Harold Trowbridge—to shadow his niece, Lady Desdemona, who has fled to Bath to avoid the attentions of the unsavoury Earl of Swithin.

But Jane's idle diversion turns deadly when a man is discovered stabbed to death in the Theatre Royal. Adding to the mystery is an unusual object found on the victim's body—a pendant that contains a portrait of an eye! As Jane's fascination with scandal leads her deeper into the investigation, it becomes clear that she will not uncover the truth without some dangerous playacting of her own....

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"A glimpse of what Jane Austen's world was like, as well as an intriguing mystery."—Rocky Mountain News

"Barron seamlessly weaves...a delightful and lively tale....Period details bring immediacy to a neatly choreographed dance through Bath society."—Publishers Weekly

"Barron's high level of invention testifies to an easy acquaintance with upper-class life and culture in Regency England and a fine grasp of Jane Austen's own literary style—not to mention a mischievous sense of fun."—The New York Times Book Review

Library Journal
This third Jane Austen mystery, following Jane and the Unpleasantness at Scargrave Manor (LJ 4/01/96) and Jane and the Man of the Cloth (LJ 12/15/96), has the same charming period authenticity, historical footnotes, and facts from Austen's life that characterize the earlier novels. While these are a draw, they cannot overcome the slow-moving, convoluted plot, in which Jane delves into the lives of some of the leading theatrical lights as she helps her friend Lord Harold Trowbridge save his nephew from execution for a murder he didn't commit. Only for Austen, and Barron, aficianados.
School Library Journal
YA-Jane Austen, who cleverly solved crimes in Jane and the Unpleasantness at Scargrave Manor (1997) and Jane and the Man of the Cloth (1997, both Bantam), once again finds herself in the role of detective. During the Christmas season in Bath, she accepts the job of observing the movements of Lady Desdemona, who has come there to escape the attentions of an unwanted suitor, and reporting them to the young woman's uncle, Lord Harold Trowbridge. Jane is more than a little bored and looks forward to the intrigue she is sure will follow Lord Harold's request. Then, while famous actor Hugh Conyngham entertains guests, his theater manager is murdered and a portrait of an eye is found on the body. Jane must turn sleuth when Desdemona's brother is wrongfully accused of the crime. Real historical figures, characters from the other Jane Austen mysteries, and footnotes from the "editor" give a tone of authenticity to this mystery that is filled with elements of mistaken identity, revenge, and betrayal. Jane must use all of her wits to navigate the sinister world in which she finds herself. Her wry observations and sleuthing abilities will please her fans and readers interested in history blended with mystery.-Susanne Bardelson, Wheat Ridge Public Library, Jefferson County, CO

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Random House Publishing Group
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Jane Austen Series , #3
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4.06(w) x 6.94(h) x 0.95(d)

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"'If it were done,'" he began, in the hushed tone and slow pace appropriate to murderous thought, turning before our eyes like a cage'd tiger--

"when 'tis done, then 'twere well
It were done quickly. If th' assassination
Could trammel up the consequence, and catch
With his surcease, success; that but this blow--"

(A long declining wail, as though uttered from within a tomb.)

"I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself,
And falls on th' other--"

The last words, whispered and yet utterly distinct, came like the gentle slip of leaves from a November bough; and his lips had scarcely ceased to move, when the applause that was his due rang forth in strenuous tumult. Every throat swelled with praise, and the madness of cheering all but blotted out Hugh Conyngham's gentler thanks. The actor's brilliant eye, and the fever of his cheek, spoke with firmer eloquence, however; and I read in his looks a grateful understanding. For such an one, as yet so young in the life of the stage--for he can be but thirty--to take his place among the Garricks and the Kembles, if only in the estimation as yet of Bath, must seem like glory, indeed.

The cheering did not cease; the clapping hands acquired a measured beat; and it seemed as though Hugh Conyngham must bow to the desire of the guests, and speak on--when the tenor of the hoarsest cries declined by an octave, and gained a sudden accent of horror and dismay. The acutest attention o'erspread the actor's face; the crowd's mood changed as perceptibly as though an icy draught had blown out the blazing fire--and I turned, to perceive a stumbling knot of bodies caught in an anteroom doorway.

"I fear some part of the Duchess's acquaintance are but too disguised in truth," I said to Anne Lefroy. "We had best make ouradieux, and summon the chairs, before this rout turns to a riot."

"Nonsense. It is nothing but a bit of theatre--the stabbing of Duncan, I suspect." She stepped towards the anteroom with the others, and protesting, I followed.

Craning on tip-toe, the better to discern the man who had stolen Hugh Conyngham's scene, I comprehended a small salon to one side of the massive drawing-room, done up in Prussian blue picked out with gold. Its double doors were thrown wide and obscured by a press of bodies. The late Duke's reception room?--Or perhaps a study? But all such observations were fleeting, for my eyes were fixed on one alone--the mettlesome Knight, my erstwhile dance partner. He strained in the grip of two stout fellows, and his reddened countenance worked in horror.

At his feet lay the White Harlequin.

The face still wore its mask, but behind the lozenge of velvet the eyes were sightless and staring. Blood pooled slowly on the Duchess's Savonnerie carpet, as though the man called Portal had wished to exchange his white-patterned stuff for the rival Harlequin's red.

I raised one hand to my lips to stifle a scream, and with the other, gripped Madam Lefroy's arm. She tensed beneath my fingers.

A woman brushed past me with a flash of black curls, and fell in supplication at the Harlequin's feet. The Medusa, Maria Conyngham. With shaking fingers she snatched at the dead man's mask.

"Richard! Oh, Richard!"

The voice of a bereaved mother, or an abandoned wife--the soul of a woman destroyed by grief. The crowd parted to admit Hugh Conyngham to the hushed circle, and he knelt at his sister's side.

"Dead!" she cried, and fell weeping on his breast.


The voice, clear and sweet as a child's, was the Lady Desdemona's. She stood just behind Hugh Conyngham, on the edge of the crowd. The pallor of her face was extreme. But in her composure and the intensity of her dark grey eyes I saw something of the fierce Trowbridge will. Without even a look for the murdered Harlequin, she crossed to the Knight.

"Kinny, what have you done?"

"Nothing, 'Mona! I swear it! I found him just as you see!"

"Then show me what is in your hand!"

Her brother started, and released the thing, which fell clattering to the parquet floor--a bloody knife, chased in gold, as curved and deadly as a scimitar.

Meet the Author

Stephanie Barron is the author of eight previous Jane Austen mysteries. She lives in Colorado, where she is at work on the next Jane Austen mystery.

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I am in the midst of reading the book right now, and as much as I enjoy taking a romp into Jane Austen's world as much as the next gal, I have to say / ask, as a keeper of journals, does anyone really write dialogue in their personal journals? With that said, at times it also seems that Barron forces frilly conversation between her characters. I realize it was a different time and place, but I just can't imagine people actually talking the way she depicts them. I shall venture forth but wanted to throw this out there, curious to hear what others might think.
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bicoastal More than 1 year ago
As the series moves from book to book they get better and better
ladybugKY More than 1 year ago
Fantastic! Stephanie Barron is a remarkable writer, and being a Jane Austen fan, I couldn't wait to read the Jane Austen Mystery series. I have not been disappointed!
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