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Murder, She Meowed (Mrs. Murphy Series #5)

Murder, She Meowed (Mrs. Murphy Series #5)

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by Rita Mae Brown, Sneaky Pie Brown

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The annual steeplechase races at Montpelier, once the home of James and Dolley Madison, are the high point in the social calendar of the horse-mad Virginians of cozy Crozet. The race meet offers a cracking good time with old friends and a chance to get even—on the racecourse—with old enemies. Postmistress Mary Minor "Harry" Haristeen will be in the thick of


The annual steeplechase races at Montpelier, once the home of James and Dolley Madison, are the high point in the social calendar of the horse-mad Virginians of cozy Crozet. The race meet offers a cracking good time with old friends and a chance to get even—on the racecourse—with old enemies. Postmistress Mary Minor "Harry" Haristeen will be in the thick of the action on this day of high spirits and fierce competition. But the glorious thoroughbreds and the pinks and greens and purples worn by the riders do not blind Harry to the dangerous undercurrents that start to surface. There's sure to be some emotional fireworks at Montpelier. Still, no one expects the day to end in tragedy.

Found dead in the main barn is one of the day's riders, a knife plunged through the jockey's heart. The only clue is a playing card, the Queen of Clubs, impaled over the fatal wound. Within the wealthy, tight-knit world of horse owners, trainers, and jockeys, the victim had both admirers and enemies.

Was the murderer's motive greed, drugs—a pervasive evil in the race world—or sexual rivalry? Luckily for Crozet's humans, the tiger cat Mrs. Murphy is right at home in the stable yard...and on the trail of the shocking truth. But will Harry catch on in time to stop a killer grown bloodthirsty with success?

In Murder, She Meowed Sneaky Pie Brown and her co-author, Rita Mae Brown, have penned another clever and sassy mystery that probes the depths of human depravity and the heights of feline genius.

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
It's a day at the races for intrepid gray tiger cat Mrs. Murphy and her friends in the latest collaboration between Brown and feline coauthor Sneaky Pie (Pay Dirt). Competition is fierce at the annual steeplechase at Montpelier, the historic Virginia home of James and Dolley Madison. When a dagger in the heart takes the life of jockey Nigel Danforth, young heiress and horse trainer Adelia Valiant is distraught. Her brother and her guardian, however, can't hide their relief at the death of the man they regarded as a gold digger and who, it turns out, was not who he said he was. As the official investigation focuses on the victim's cocaine habit and his ties to a pair of drug-dealing trainers, another coked-up jockey is murdered and the dealers disappear. Mrs. Murphy and her pals, fat cat Pewter and corgi Tee Tucker, cut to the chase, believing that the recent murders are tied to the disappearance of Addie's mother five years earlier. After learning from a racehorse that the second jockey died after trying to dig up the horse's stall, Mrs. Murphy and friends strike a bargain with a sassy bunch of barn mice: a moratorium on mousing in exchange for information. But getting that information to Mrs. Murphy's owner, Crozet, Va., postmistress "Harry" Haristeen, and the other humans proves difficult-people simply don't listen. The animals spring into action to save Harry and bring the miscreant to justice as the Browns once again blend plot, character and atmosphere with plenty of wit and charm to create a delightful entertainment. (Nov.)
Library Journal
Brown continues her cozy mystery series (e.g., Pay Dirt, LJ 10/15/95) wherein both human and feline detectives investigate murder. Here, a jockey is done in at the Montpelier steeplechase, and the four-legged Mrs. Murphy sneaks into the stable to ferret out the truth.
School Library Journal
YAThe murder of a jockey at a fashionable Virginia thoroughbred horse race sets experienced animal sleuths Mrs. Murphy (a cat) and Tucker (a dog) into motion as this delightful series continues. Their owner, Harry, who is the postmistress, and the county sheriffs are also hard at work on the case, but it is this pair of detectives, assisted by their animal friends, who first learn that a disappearance years before was actually a murder. Eventually everyone sees the links and motives between the murders and the villain is apprehended. This fast moving, fun novel provides a good look at small town lifeeveryone knows everyone, or more correctly, thinks they know everyone. The clever writing displays the authors' keen insight into the relationships and potential dialogue between pets. A great choice for mystery lovers.Claudia Moore, W. T. Woodson High School, Fairfax, VA
From the Publisher
"A tricky whodunit...as feline collaborators go, you couldn't ask for better than Sneaky Pie Brown."—The New York Times Book Review

"The Browns once again blend plot, character and atmosphere with plenty of wit and charm to create a delightful entertainment."—Publishers Weekly

Product Details

Macmillan Library Reference
Publication date:
Mrs. Murphy Series , #5
Edition description:
Large Print
Product dimensions:
5.76(w) x 8.76(h) x 0.91(d)

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The entrance to Montpelier, once the home of James and Dolley Madison, is marked by two ivy-covered pillars. An eagle, wings outstretched, perches atop each pillar. This first Saturday in November, Mary Minor Haristeen--"Harry"--drove through the elegant, understated entrance as she had done for thirty-four years. Her parents had brought her to Montpelier's 2,700 acres in the first year of her life, and she had not missed a race meet since. Like Thanksgiving, her birthday, Christmas, and Easter, the steeplechase races held at the Madisons' estate four miles west of Orange, Virginia, marked her life. A touchstone.

As she rolled past the pillars, she glanced at the eagles but gave them little thought. The eagle is a raptor, a bird of prey, capturing its victims in sharp talons, swooping out of the air with deadly accuracy. Nature divides into victor and victim. Humankind attempts to soften such clarity. It's not that humans don't recognize that there are victors and victims in life, but that they prefer to cast their experiences in such terms as good or evil, not feaster and feast. However she chose to look at it, Harry would remember this crisp, azure day, and what would return to her mind would be the eagles...how she had driven past those sentinels so many times yet missed their significance.

One thing was for sure--neither she nor any of the fifteen thousand spectators would ever forget this particular Montpelier meet.

Mrs. Miranda Hogendobber, Harry's older friend and partner at work, rode with her in Harry's battered pickup truck, of slightly younger vintage than Mrs. Hogendobber's ancient Ford Falcon. Since Harry had promised Arthur Tetrick, the race director,that she'd be a fence judge, she needed to arrive early.

They passed through the gates, clambering onto the bridge arching over the Southern Railroad tracks and through the spate of hardwoods, thence emerging onto the emerald expanse of the racecourse circling the 100-acre center field. Brush and timber jumps dotted the track bound by white rails that determined the width of the difficult course. On her right, raised above the road, was the dirt flat track, which the late Mrs. Marion duPont Scott had built in 1929 to exercise her Thoroughbreds. Currently rented, the track remained in use and, along with the estate, had passed to the National Historic Trust upon Mrs. Scott's death in the fall of 1983.

Straight ahead through more pillared gates loomed Montpelier itself, a peach-colored house shining like a chunk of soft sunrise that had fallen from the heavens to lodge in the foothills of the Southwest Range of the Blue Ridge Mountains. Harry thought to herself that Montpelier, built while America labored under the punitive taxes of King George III, was a kind of sunrise, a peep over the horizon of a new political force, a nation made up of people from everywhere united by a vision of democracy. That the vision had darkened or become distorted didn't lessen the glory of its birth, and Harry, not an especially political person, believed passionately that Americans had to hold on to the concepts of their forefathers and foremothers.

One such concept was enjoying a cracking good time. James and Dolley Madison adored a good horse race and agreed that the supreme horseman of their time had been George Washington. Even before James was born in 1752, the colonists wagered on, argued over, and loved fine horses. Virginians, mindful of their history, continued the pastime.

Tee Tucker, Harry's corgi, sat in her lap staring out the window. She, too, loved horses, but she was especially thrilled today because her best friend and fiercest competitor, Mrs. Murphy, a tiger cat of formidable intelligence, was forced to stay home. Mrs. Murphy had screeched "dirty pool" at the top of her kitty lungs, but it had done no good because Harry had told her the crowd would upset her and she'd either run into the truck and pout or, worse, make the rounds of everyone's tailgates. Murphy had no control when it came to fresh roasted chicken, and there'd be plenty of that today. Truth be told, Tucker had no self-control either when it came to savoring meat dishes, but she couldn't jump up into the food the way the cat could.

Oh, the savage pleasure of pressing her wet, cold nose to the window as the truck pulled out of the farm's driveway and watching Mrs. Murphy standing on her hind legs at the kitchen window. Tucker was certain that when they returned early in the evening Murphy would have shredded the fringes on the old couch, torn the curtains, and chewed the phone cord, for starters. Then the cat would be in even more trouble while Tucker, the usual scapegoat, would polish her halo. If she'd had a tail, she'd wag it, she was so happy. Instead she wiggled.

Meet the Author

Rita Mae Brown is the bestselling author of the Sneaky Pie Brown series; the Sister Jane series; A Nose for Justice and Murder Unleashed; Rubyfruit Jungle; In Her Day; and Six of One, as well as several other novels. An Emmy-nominated screenwriter and a poet, Brown lives in Afton, Virginia.
Sneaky Pie Brown, a tiger cat born somewhere in Albemarle County, Virginia, was discovered by Rita Mae Brown at her local SPCA. They have collaborated on numerous Mrs. Murphy mysteries—in addition to Sneaky Pie’s Cookbook for Mystery Lovers and Sneaky Pie for President.

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Murder, She Meowed (Mrs. Murphy Series #5) 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 24 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Having had 5 doggies and 12 kitties over my lifetime and still having 3 of the kitties I absolutely love the interaction of the furry characters. The authors nail kitty remarks on the head! My cats look down their collective noses at me all the time and my one kitty demands my attention until I give it. So can animals solve mysteries and talk amongst themselves.....absolutely. These books are a fun read and real mind candy!!!!!!!! But I'm guessing it helps if you are a real animal lover and believe that animals can talk, even though we can't understand them!
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She padded in with Thrushpaw.
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d__m More than 1 year ago
I always enjoy the Mrs. Murphy Series, but I find this one hard to put down. Mrs. Murphy is a really cool cat but Tucker completes the story. I have enjoyed reading the story and believe anyone that enjoys a little mystery along with a little love story would also enjoy it. I am looking forward to reading more of Mrs. Murphy.
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I enjoy this series tremendously.
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Great book each book gets better and better in the series
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Serpent padded in.Nice to meet you...he said it like a snake.He WAS half snake.I am leader of Boneclan... hisss.......i have arrived....hisss....
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
He grabs greykit and the otherkit and brought them to blood bone res 1
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
She rushed to Greykit's side, imediantly setting into work. ((Gotta go. Highschool ecenomics class...xp))
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
She ran out crying feeling hopeless.....
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Go to res seven. My den
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
*she padded in from where she had been hiding in the bushes.* "Great catch!" ~Complimenting Whitestar
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Kills all cats and burns den.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Well even though she star hasnt said it im medicine cat. Woo hoo.