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It’s a nippy spring in Tinker’s Cove, Maine, and Lucy Stone can’t wait to join her friend Sue in England for a “Heads Up!” hat exhibition. But at Moreton Manor, privileged life isn’t always tea and crumpets . . .
Although the earl of the house and his sister are surprisingly accommodating to their jetlagged guests, Lucy feels uneasy after a fallen portrait sparks talk of a deadly family omen. The bad vibes come in quickly—snobby Aunt Millicent and her handmaiden Harrison unexpectedly drop by for the exhibition, and meals with the family are consistently tense. But real trouble begins when a body, bludgeoned by the chapel’s gold-plated reliquary, is found in a hidden, sealed off room. Stranger still, the corpse is identified as Harrison’s son, Cyril.
While Cyril wasn’t exactly a gentleman, and it’s unclear what business he had on the property, one thing’s for sure—the criminal is privy to Moreton Manor secrets. And Lucy has a hunch that the killer has been in her company all along, just waiting for a chance to make blueblood run red . . .
“Counts, countesses, and corpses highlight Lucy Stone’s trip across the pond . . . A peek into British country life provides a nice break.”
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LESLIE MEIER is the acclaimed author of over twenty Lucy Stone mysteries and has also written for Ellery Queen’s Mystery Magazine. She is currently at work on the next Lucy Stone mystery. Readers can visit her website at www.LeslieMeier.com.
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British Manor Murder
A Lucy Stone Mystery
By LESLIE MEIER
KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.Copyright © 2016 Leslie Meier
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"If only they'd send a ransom note," wailed Lucy Stone, pulling her old gray cardigan tighter across her chest. "Then at least we'd have a chance of getting Patrick back."
Looking out the kitchen window this early March morning she saw the same wintry scene she'd been staring at since Christmas: an endless expanse of snow several feet deep, punctuated here and there with bare black branches. There was a complete absence of color, just like her life since her five-year-old grandson Patrick had been snatched away from her.
"He wasn't kidnapped, Lucy," reminded her husband Bill. "He's with his parents."
"In Alaska," replied Lucy, making it sound as if Alaska was located on the moon.
Actually, she thought to herself, the moon might be closer to the little Maine town of Tinker's Cove than Alaska, which seemed impossibly far away.
"Toby's building his career," said Bill, referring to his son, Patrick's father. "He has to go where there's work and this was too good to pass up — a full-time government job in fisheries management ... with excellent benefits."
Lucy gazed at Bill, her husband of more than twenty years. He looked the same as always, tall and fit, dressed in the working man's winter uniform of plaid flannel shirt, lined jeans, and sturdy work boots, but now his beard was frosted with gray. As usual, he was being entirely reasonable.
"I know," she admitted, "but I don't see why they had to take Patrick. They left him with us when they went to Haiti," she said, getting to the crux of the problem. Patrick had lived with his grandparents for nearly four months before Christmas, while his parents, Toby and Molly, had gone to Haiti where Toby completed a graduate-level study of fish farming practices. Lucy had adored spending time with her only grandchild, reliving the days when she was a young mother herself.
"Alaska is not Haiti," said Bill.
"It's practically the frontier," grumbled Lucy. "And all this moving around is very disruptive for a child. Kids need stability. They need to be in one place."
"He's in the right place. With his parents."
Lucy did not like hearing this, even if it was the truth, and was quick to retaliate. "They're not Patriots fans in Alaska," she said, naming New England's beloved football team. "Patrick's probably a Seahawks fan by now."
Bill looked stunned, hearing this heresy spoken. "Toby would never let that happen."
Lucy raised her eyebrows. "It's hard to resist group pressure. He's probably already got a Seahawks hat or jersey." She paused, then went for the jugular. Invoking the name of the Patriots' quarterback, she said, "He probably doesn't even remember Tom Brady."
This didn't get the reaction from Bill that Lucy expected. Instead of fussing and fuming, he sat down opposite her at the round golden oak table. "I know you're joking, Lucy, but the truth is you really haven't been yourself since Patrick left." He reached across the table and took her hands in his. "This can't go on, Lucy. You've got to pull yourself together. You've got to think of Sara and Zoe," he said, naming their two daughters who were still at home. Their oldest daughter, Elizabeth, like her brother Toby, had already flown the nest; she was living in Paris and working at the tony Cavendish Hotel there.
Lucy thought guiltily of Zoe, who was in her senior year of high school, and was waiting anxiously for the college acceptance — or rejection — letters that should arrive any day now. Zoe prided herself on being independent and had written the essays all by herself, refusing help from her parents, but Lucy wondered uneasily if she should have insisted on getting more involved. The truth was that she took Zoe at her word that it was all under control, simply because she hadn't felt like arguing after working all day as a reporter for the local weekly newspaper, the Pennysaver.
As for Sara, who was a student at nearby Winchester College, well, Lucy had to admit she didn't even know what courses Sara was taking this term or if she was still dating Hank, someone she had met at the college dive club. She was rarely home these days. Lucy assumed she was deeply involved in college life, but she hadn't taken the trouble to find that out, either.
Lucy was uneasily aware that she hadn't been much of a mother lately or even much of a wife, and the worst of it was that she didn't care. She was operating on automatic. She dragged herself out of bed in the morning when the alarm rang, drank her coffee, and ate her oatmeal. Then she drove to work, where she dutifully put in her time but found the work she used to enjoy so much as a part-time reporter and feature writer had become merely tedious. The worst part of the day came later, after she went home and cooked supper, cleaned up the kitchen, and sat herself down in front of the TV. The shows came and went, but she couldn't say what she was watching. She was only waiting until it was time to go to bed, and bedtime seemed to come a bit earlier every night.
"I'm sorry," she said, brushing away a tear. "I'm just so sad. I miss Patrick."
"Don't cry," said Bill. "There's been enough crying. Too much crying."
"I'm sorry," sobbed Lucy as he slid the tissue box across the table to her. She pulled out a handful and wiped her face, giving him a weak smile. "I'm going to try harder. I really am."
"Good," said Bill, exhaling a big sigh and standing up. "Don't forget. It's coffee-klatch Thursday."
Lucy propped her chin on her hand. "I don't know ..." she began, thinking that she'd have to comb her hair and get dressed and put on some lipstick. Then there were the boots and jacket and scarf and hat and gloves she'd have to wear. And she'd have to brush the two or three inches of new snow that had fallen during the night off the car. It all seemed so hard. She had the morning off because Thursday was the day the Pennysaver came out. Since she wasn't needed at the office she could go back to bed, which was what she was planning to do as soon as Bill left for work.
"C'mon, Lucy. You promised to try harder," he said, reading her mind. "I'm not leaving until I see you washed and dressed and in the car. You better hurry or you'll be late," he added, glancing at the clock. "I'll clear the snow off your car while you get ready. Is that a deal?"
Lucy glowered at him, then pressed her hands on the table and stood up. "Deal," she muttered, narrowing her eyes.
* * *
Lucy was late but only by a few minutes when she got to Jake's Donut Shack and found her three friends already seated at their usual table. They had first met as young mothers, bumping into each other frequently at school and sports events, but as their kids grew older and those encounters became fewer, they agreed to meet every Thursday for breakfast. They'd kept up the tradition for years, celebrating the good times and supporting each other through the bad.
"Hi, Lucy," said Pam Stillings, welcoming her. Pam had not only retained the ponytail and colorful poncho she'd worn as a teen, but she'd also retained the enthusiasm and positive outlook she'd exhibited as a college cheerleader. It was her unshakable optimism that helped explain her success as the wife of a small town newspaper editor in a time of rising expenses, dwindling subscribers, and increased competition for advertisers. Her husband Ted was Lucy's boss.
"How are you doing?" asked Rachel Goodman as Lucy sat down but neglected to remove her parka. Rachel's dark eyes were full of concern as she put one hand on Lucy's shoulder and with the other gave Lucy's zipper a tug; she was a psych major in college and never got over it. Her husband Bob had a busy law practice in town.
Taking the hint, Lucy unzipped her parka and removed her hat and gloves, dropping them on the table.
"They're still having winter clearance sales at the outlet mall," said Sue Finch, eyeing Lucy's tired winter gear. "I saw some cute hats and scarves at fifty percent off in that ski shop." Sue was the group's fashionista, always smartly turned out despite her occasional stints as a substitute teacher at Little Prodigies, the childcare center she owned in partnership with Chris Cashman. Sue's husband Sid owned a custom closet company, which he claimed he'd had to do just to keep up with Sue's ever-expanding wardrobe.
"I'm doing okay," said Lucy. "We Skyped last night and Patrick was so cute. He said —" She stopped abruptly, choking up.
"What did he say?" asked Rachel as the three friends exchanged concerned glances.
Lucy sniffed. Taking the tissue Sue offered, she wiped her eyes. "He said he missed reading stories with me."
"Skype is so amazing," said Pam. "You could read stories to him on it."
"It's not the same without the physical contact," said Lucy. "I really miss snuggling with him. Who knows? Next time I see him he may be too big for cuddles. They grow up so fast."
"Let's order," said Sue, waving over Norine, the waitress. "I'm beginning to get the shakes."
"What do you mean? The shakes? You never eat anything," said Pam.
"I need more coffee," said Sue, indicating her empty mug.
"The usual for everybody?" inquired Norine, filling their mugs. "Black coffee for Sue, granola and yogurt for Pam, a sunshine muffin for Rachel, and hash and eggs for Lucy."
"Just coffee for me," said Lucy, reversing years of Thursday breakfast choices with a sigh. "I can't face a big plate of eggs this morning."
Norine cocked her head. "You sure?"
"Maybe some toast," said Lucy.
"Okay," said Norine, sounding rather doubtful.
When she'd gone, Rachel glanced at the others and, getting encouraging nods, plunged right in. "Lucy, we know how much you miss Patrick, but we really think you need to get some ... um ... help."
Somewhat stunned, Lucy realized this was something her friends had discussed and agreed upon.
"We think you're in danger of slipping into a serious depression," continued Rachel.
"Just because I don't want a greasy meal this morning doesn't mean I'm depressed," said Lucy, protesting. "Maybe I'm not hungry."
"You haven't been yourself lately," said Pam. "Even Ted has noticed."
"She's right," said Sue, chiming in. "When was the last time you washed and styled your hair? Or put on a lick of lipstick?" "I guess I forgot this morning," said Lucy. "I was tired. Really tired."
"Tiredness is a symptom of depression," said Rachel.
"Or of being busy," countered Lucy.
"You don't need to get defensive," said Rachel. "We want to help you."
"You can beat this," said Pam. "For one thing, you could try my yoga class. We work to realign our chakras and restore the proper mind-body-spirit connection. A lot of people find it very helpful and I have some openings in my six AM Monday-Wednesday-Friday class."
"I don't think so," said Lucy. "I'm not very coordinated."
"You don't have to be athletic to enjoy yoga," insisted Pam. "It's not competitive. That is not the point at all. The poses are very adaptable. I have quite a few students with physical handicaps. That's the great thing about yoga — you do what you're comfortable with. You get to know your body."
"My body likes to lie down," said Lucy, getting a chuckle from the group.
"We do that!" exclaimed Pam. "At the end of the session, there's breathing. Everybody lies on their mats and some people even fall asleep."
"I don't think I need a class to fall asleep," said Lucy with a big yawn. "I can do that all on my own."
"Yoga is definitely one approach you can use to combat depression," said Rachel, "but based on what you're saying, especially about being tired all the time and wanting to sleep so much, I think you could really do with some therapy."
"Therapy?" exclaimed Lucy. "You think I'm crazy?"
"Crazy is such a loaded word," said Rachel. "Think of mental health as a sort of spectrum. One end is bright and sunny and happy and the other end is dark and disorganized and troubled, with lots of various shades in between. We all travel back and forth along this spectrum during our lifetimes, depending on many factors. The teens, for example, tend to be rather a difficult time for most, and oddly enough, recent research seems to show that old age is actually a pretty happy time for most."
"So give me a few more years," said Lucy, looking up as Norine arrived with their orders.
"Normally, I'd say there's nothing wrong with Lucy that some shopping wouldn't cure," said Sue, taking a sip of coffee, "but this time I think something rather more drastic is called for."
"Not a makeover," said Lucy, frowning at the plate of buttery toast triangles that Norine had plopped down in front of her.
"They won't bite," said Norine, adding a big sniff for emphasis.
"Not a makeover," said Sue, giving her a once over. "But come to think of it, that's not a bad idea. No, I have something else in mind. A change of scene. Big time."
"Not Florida," said Lucy, naming the usual winter break destination. She picked up one of the toast triangles and took a small bite.
"Why not?" asked Pam. "Florida is great. It's warm and sunny and there are all those theme parks and spring training baseball games."
"One word," said Lucy. "Alligators."
"Ah, interesting," said Rachel, sounding like a comical impersonation of a Freudian analyst. "Alligators can summon up primal fears from the subconscious, reminding us of the monsters we feared in childhood."
"Except the monsters weren't real and alligators are," said Lucy, opening the little plastic packet of marmalade and spreading it on her toast.
"Well there are no alligators where I'm going," said Sue. "I've been invited by Perry —"
"That guy you met in London at the V and A?" asked Pam, recalling an incident that took place a few years earlier when the four friends had taken a trip together to England. "The one with the hats?"
"Righto," said Sue. "As you may remember, the Victoria and Albert Museum had a special exhibit of hats that year and that's where I met Perry and discovered a shared enthusiasm. He is the Earl of Wickham and has invited Sid and me to come visit him at his ancestral home, Moreton Manor. He's putting on a big exhibition of his hat collection and asked me to donate a few pieces. I inherited a couple of Lily Dache originals from my grandma, you know. So to make a long story short, he's invited me to bring my hats and my husband. Sid doesn't want to go so I asked his lordship if I could bring a friend and he said, 'Why ever not? We've got a hundred and twenty rooms.' So there it is, Lucy. You know how much you loved England when we went there a couple years ago."
"It's the opportunity of a lifetime," said Pam with a sigh. "Imagine staying in a stately home and hanging out with nobility."
"A change of scene can have a positive impact on the psyche," said Rachel. "New places, new people, new ideas — they can be very stimulating. However," she added, in a warning tone, "the effect can be quite short-lived. For real change, I still think Lucy needs to talk to a qualified therapist."
"Stuff and nonsense," snapped Sue. "There's nothing the matter with Lucy that a cream tea and a breath of spring won't cure. You know spring comes earlier in England than it does here. Remember the daffodils?"
Lucy took the last bite of her marmalade-covered toast and thought of the hundreds, maybe thousands, of naturalized daffodils with their nodding blooms she'd seen overrunning acres and acres of woodland at Hampton Court. "I'll go," she said, surprising her friends and even herself as the words flew out of her mouth, apparently of their own accord.
But that wasn't really true; deep down, she knew she'd been looking for something that would help her break out of this depression. She was ashamed that she was unhappy, even miserable, and she didn't want to go on like this. It wasn't fair to the kids who'd grown up hearing her repeat her mother's favorite adage that "you can find sympathy in the dictionary" all too often. Whenever she'd suspected they were feeling sorry for themselves, she had advised them to count their blessings, and though she'd tried to follow her own advice, it hadn't worked. Even worse, she felt that it wasn't fair to Bill to have a mopey wife who neglected him. But most of all, it wasn't fair to herself. This was her one life. It wasn't a dress rehearsal, it was showtime and she needed to take center stage. Maybe a trip, a change of scene, was just what she needed to perk herself up. "When do we leave?" she asked.
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Enjoyed this mystery, loved the characters. Will try another story.
A few too many characters to keep track of and i missed the regulars. However it was a good and fun read.
Interesting story and good writing style.
Decent story but not much happens. Stephanie Clanahan
Title: British Manor Murder - Lucy Stone Mysteries Book 23 Author: Leslie Meier Published: 9-27-2016 Publisher: Kensington Books Pages: 304 Genre: Mystery, Thrillers & Suspense Sub Genre: Cozy Mystery; Amateur Sleuths; British Detectives ISBN: 13: 9780758277107 ASIN: B01A4AMKVM Reviewer: DelAnne Reviewed For: NetGalley Rating: 4.25 Stars I received a copy of "British Manor Murder" from NetGalley and the publisher in exchange for my honest review. It's a nippy spring in Tinker's Cove, Maine, and so Lucy Stone can't wait to join her friend Sue at the Earl of Wickham's manor in England for the “Heads Up!” hat exhibition—even if she has to spend her entire holiday curtseying. But at Moreton Manor, privileged life isn't always tea and crumpets . . . Although Perry, the earl of the house, and his sister, Poppy, are surprisingly accommodating to their jetlagged guests, Lucy feels uneasy after a fallen portrait sparks talk of a deadly family omen. The bad vibes come in quickly—snobby Aunt Millicent and her handmaiden Harrison unexpectedly drop by for the exhibition, and meals with the family are consistently tense. But real trouble begins when a body, bludgeoned by the chapel's gold-plated reliquary, is found in a hidden, sealed off room. Stranger still, the corpse is identified as Harrison's son, Cyril. Considering the weapon and the clandestine location, Lucy wouldn't be shocked if the murder was an inside job. Cyril wasn't exactly a gentleman, and it's unclear what business he had on the property. Was the victim trying to make off with the family riches before meeting his end? Or was a scorned country squire looking to settle an ancient indiscretion for good? One thing's for sure—the criminal is privy to Moreton Manor secrets . . . To end the reign of terror, Lucy must keep her ear to the ground and mind time-honored traditions—no matter how unusual. Because Lucy has a hunch that the killer has been in her company all along, just waiting for a chance to make blueblood run red . . . My Review: Lucy Stone's character as the lead is a strong independent women, In the beginning of the story her heartache over the relocation of her grandson to Alaska has her feeling a bit morose. When she and Sue arrive at the Manor house she quickly becomes involved in the events there. I did find quite a few of the character at the Manor to be a touch condescending and cold. True as in all cultures there are some that depict those traits, but I have found most British to be warm and friendly. That stereotyping is one of the reasons I gave "British Manor Murder" a rating of 4.25 out of 5 stars. The other reason was tht although the story moves at a brisk pace there are two scenes that seem to drag a bit. As usual Leslie Meier has written a wonderful story with an interesting plot. I look forward to seeing where Lucy will go from here.
This is only the second book I have read in the Lucy Stone series, but it is easy to enjoy the book and follow without having read the others. Lucy is falling into a depression because her son and his family have moved to Alaska. She misses her grandson terribly. Her friend Sue has been invited to England by the Earl of Wickham to bring her hats to display in his "Hat Exhibit" at Moreton Manor. When they arrive they are in for a surprise. Expecting a lifestyle similar to what they have seen on Downton Abbey, they are shocked to find that the Manor House is actually a tourist attraction open to the public and the family lived in the renovated servant's wing. Perry (the Earl), his sister Poppy and her husband Gerald are living there full-time and taking care of the house with their staff. When Lucy, Sue and the hunky gardener Geoffrey find a dead body in the maze, the police put it off to a tourist who has overdosed. When snobby Aunt Millicent and her lady's maid Harrison unexpectedly drop by the family members are consistently tense. When Aunt Millicent complains about the smell in the hallway near her room, the family puts it off as a dead mouse, but it eventually gets unbearable. A body is discovered in a secret room and Lucy can not help but begin her own investigation. This is an interesting story. It has all the stuff mysteries are made of: dead bodies, secret children, drugs, thievery, dalliances, snobbery, and entertainment. The fact that I had pretty much figured out who the murderer was quite early, it did not deter my enjoyment of the book. I certainly recommend this Lucy Stone mystery to all Cozy Mystery readers. I received a copy of this book from the publisher via Netgalley in exchange for an honest review.
British Manor Murder by Leslie Meier is the twenty-third A Lucy Stone Mystery novel (can you believe it). Lucy Stone is feeling depressed since her grandson, Patrick went back to living with his parents. Lucy loved having him around while his parents were out of the country. Sue Finch has received an invitation to visit England and her husband cannot accompany her. Sue invites Lucy to go with her. She believes a change of place will help get Lucy out of her funk. They are going to be staying with Peregrine “Perry” Pryce-West, Earl of Wickham and his sister, Poppy (along with her husband, Gerald). He is hosting an event at Moreton Manor called The Head’s Up! Hat Festival. Sue has some lovely hats that she will be contributing to the exhibition. Lucy brought some mystery novels to read, but no dress clothes (not a good choice). Also staying at the manor are Poppy’s children Flora (anorexic) and Desi (ballet dancer). Unfortunately, Aunt Millicent shows up and brings her lady’s maid, Harrison. Aunt Millicent is a bit of a pill (and very demanding). The manor is very expensive to maintain so the family opens up the main house to tourists. Lucy and Sue are staying in the old servant’s quarters that have been renovated. Lucy is going through the maze on the property and when she reaches the center Lucy discovers a dead body! Then the house starts to smell. At first they thought it was a dead animal, but then the smell got significantly worse. A body is found decomposing in a priest hole (a hidden room). It turns out to be Harrison’s son, Cyril. Lucy just loves a mystery and cannot help poking her nose into this one (the bonus is her depression is lifting). Whoever killed Cyril has to know the house very well to have found the priest hole. Will Lucy be able to find the killer before there is another victim? Join Lucy Stone on her latest adventure in British Manor Murder. I have read every Lucy Stone Mystery book. They are all enjoyable to read and highly entertaining. The book is well-written, has a good pace, and is easy to read. The characters remind me of everyday people. Lucy and her family could be my neighbors or relatives and I like that. The mystery was interesting. It is more complicated than just dead bodies. I liked that there were various elements to it. Leslie Meier has an easy breezy style of writing that makes the novel a pleasure to read. I give British Manor Murder 4 out of 5 stars (I liked it). I liked figuring out the different elements and identifying the killer. It was also nice to revisit Lucy, her family, and friends. I enjoyed that we were taken out of Tinker’s Cove to a new destination. Tinker’s Cove really does not need another dead body (the town is bound to get a bad reputation). The only thing I did not like was how whiny Lucy was at the beginning of the book. It did not fit with her personality and it was a bit of a turn off. I am glad, though, that I persevered and finished the book. I would love to see this author start a new series. I like Lucy Stone, but I believe it is about time for her swan song. I received a complimentary copy of this book in exchange for an honest review. The comments and opinions expressed are strictly my own.
Lucy Stone is feeling depressed. She needs a vacation to take her away from thoughts of her grandson moving to Alaska. Her friend, Sue invites her along on a trip to England where they will stay at the Earl of Wickham’s manor for the “Heads Up!” hat exhibition. Upon arrival, a portrait falls off the wall and bad omens are spoken about. When a dead body is found in the garden’s maze, Lucy realizes that this vacation isn’t going to be so relaxing. This was a good, relaxing read. I kept on trying to figure out the culprit, but the ending was a total surprise. I loved the insider view of aristocratic life. Money doesn’t stop problems, but they can magnify them. The one thing that bothered me about this story was the negative racial undertones. In my opinion, race had no part in this story, or in any cozy mystery. Otherwise, it was a nice cozy by a great author. I can’t wait for the next installment to this series. An Advanced Reading Copy was received in exchange for an honest review.
This is a great book; this book is part of the Lucy Stone Mystery series written by Leslie Meier. This is a great book with a wonderful story and well developed characters. This book will keep you reading long into the night. If you are looking for a great book, then you need to read this book. I am looking forward to reading the next book by this great author. A Review copy was provided to me in exchange for a fair and honest review. The free book held no determination on my personal review.
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