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Why Shoot a Butler?

Why Shoot a Butler?

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by Georgette Heyer

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Georgette Heyer delivers a classic English country-house murder mystery with a twist, in which it's the butler who's the victim, rather than the murderer.

When local barrister Frank Amberley takes a wrong turn on his way to visit his aunt and uncle and accidentally discovers a murder, he impulsively protects the young woman he meets at the crime scene


Georgette Heyer delivers a classic English country-house murder mystery with a twist, in which it's the butler who's the victim, rather than the murderer.

When local barrister Frank Amberley takes a wrong turn on his way to visit his aunt and uncle and accidentally discovers a murder, he impulsively protects the young woman he meets at the crime scene. In the course of ferreting out the killer, his disdain for the bumbling police adds comic relief, and he displays true brilliance at solving the crime. Heyer's first big success in the mystery category, originally published in 1933 and not available in the US market in at least five years.

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" While many of the plot elements in Why Shoot a Butler? are familiar, Heyer's light, stylish touch makes them feel classic. " - Word Candy

"[A] delightful and pleasant read with plenty of clever dialogue and witty humor..." - Reading Extravaganza

"This was all I could have wanted in a mystery and... there was even a bit of romance." - We Be Reading

"[A] witty and funny novel. " - Grace's Book Blog

"[A] clever, witty romp, the whole upstairs/downstairs thing going on, with even a touch of a romance thrown in." - A Lovely Shore Breeze

"[I]t's the characters that really shine. They're varied, interesting, and entertaining... I enjoyed every minute I spent reading the book." - Genre Reviews

"Why Shoot a Butler? demonstrates once again the acclaimed Queen of Regency's deftness in juggling a large cast of well-defined characters and a tangled plot-web. " - Bookloons.com

"The appeal of cozies has always included well-drawn characters as well as a crime-puzzle. As befits a writer justly renowned for characterization, Georgette Heyer delivers with a vengeance in Behold, Here's Poison." - Book Loons

"...[D]raws the readers into the upper class world of the English country house." - Reading Adventures

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The signpost was unhelpful. Some faint characters on one of its blistered arms informed the seeker after knowledge that Lumsden lay to the west, reached, presumably, at the end of a dubious-looking lane. The other arm indicated the direction of Pittingly, a place Mr

Amberley had never heard of. However, if Lumsden lay to the west, Upper Nettlefold o ught to be found somewhere in the direction of the obscure Pittingly. Mr Amberley

switched off his spot-lamp, and swung the car round, reflecting savagely that he should have known better than to have trusted to his cousin Felicity's enthusiastic but incomplete directions. If he had had the sense to follow the usual road he would have been at Greythorne by now. As it was, Felicity's 'short way' had already made him late for dinner.

He drove on rather cautiously down a bumpy lane flanked by quickset hedges. Wreaths of autumn mist curled across the road and further exasperated him. He passed a road winding off to the left, but it looked unpromising, and he bore on towards Pittingly.

The lane twisted and turned its way through the Weald. There were apparently no houses on it, nor did Pittingly — a place towards which Mr Amberley was fast developing an acute dislike — materialise. He glanced at his watch and swore gently. It was already some minutes after eight. He pressed his foot down on the accelerator and the long powerful Bentley shot forward, bounding over the rough surface in a way that was very bad for Mr Amberley's temper. Pittingly seemed to be destined to remain a mystery; no

sign of any village greeted Mr Amberley's rather hard grey eyes, but round a sharp bend in the lane a red tail-light came into view.

As the Bentley drew closer its headlights, piercing the mist, picked out a motionless figure standing in the road beside the stationary car. The car, Mr Amberley observed, was a closed Austin Seven. It was drawn up to the side of the road, its engine switched off, and only its side and tail-lights burning. He slackened speed and saw that the still figure in the road was not that of a man, as he had at first supposed, but of a female, dressed in a belted raincoat with a felt hat pulled low over her forehead.

Mr Amberley brought his Bentley to a standstill alongside the little Austin and leaned across the vacant seat beside him.

'Is anything wrong?' he said, not without a touch of impatience. Really, if on the top of having lost his way he was going to have to change a wheel or peer into the bowels of

the Austin's engine, it would be the crowning annoyance.The girl — he guessed rather than saw that she was quite young — did not move. She was standing by the off door of the Austin with her hands thrust into the pockets of her raincoat. 'No, nothing,' she said. Her voice was deep. He got the impression that something was wrong, but he had not

the smallest desire to discover the cause of the underlying agitation in her curt words.

'Then can you tell me if I'm on the right road for Greythorne?' he asked.

'I don't know,' she said ungraciously.

A somewhat sardonic gleam shot into Mr Amberley's eyes. 'A stranger to these parts yourself, no doubt?'

She moved her head and he saw her face for a moment, a pale oval with a mouth he thought sulky. 'Yes, I am. Practically. Anyway, I've never heard of Greythorne. Good night.'

This was pointed enough, but Mr Amberley ignored it. His own manners were, his family informed him, abrupt to the point of rudeness, and the girl's surliness rather pleased

him. 'Tax your brain a little further,' he requested. 'Do you know the way to Upper Nettlefold?'

The brim of her hat threw a shadow over her eyes, but he was sure that she glowered at him. 'You ought to have taken a turning to the left about a mile back,' she informed him.

'Damn!' said Mr Amberley. 'Thanks.' He sat back in his seat and took out the clutch. To turn the car in this narrow lane was not easy. He drove on till he was clear of the Austin and began his manoeuvres. After considerable trouble he got the Bentley round, its head-lamps illuminating the girl and the Austin in two brilliant shafts of light. As the car swung round she flinched, as though the sudden blaze of light startled her.

Mr Amberley saw her face, chalk-white, for a moment before she averted it. Instead of straightening up the car he kept it stationary, his foot hard on the clutch, his hand mechanically grasping the gear-lever. The headlights were directed full into the smaller car and showed Mr Amberley something queer. There was a small hole in the windscreen, with splinters radiating out from it in a star shape. He leaned forward over the wheel, staring. 'Who's in that car?' he said sharply.

The girl moved quickly, shutting the interior of the Austin from Mr Amberley's keen scrutiny. 'What has it got to do with you?' she said breathlessly. 'I've told you the way to

Upper Nettlefold. Why don't you go?

Mr Amberley pushed the gear-lever into neutral and put on his brake. He got out of the car and strode towards the girl. Now that he was close to her he saw that she was goodlooking, a fact that did not interest him, and exceedingly nervous, a fact that aroused all his suspicions.

'Very silent, your companion?' he said grimly. 'Get away from that door.'

She stood her ground, but she was obviously frightened.

'Will you please go? You have no business to molest me in this fashion!'

His hand shot out and grasped her wrist. He jerked her somewhat roughly away from the door and peered in. A man was sitting in the driver's seat, curiously immobile. His head was sunk on his chest. He did not look up or speak.

The girl's hand shook in Mr Amberley's hold, which had slowly tightened on it. The figure at the wheel did not move.

'Oh!' said Mr Amberley. 'I see.'

'Let me go!' she said fiercely. 'I — it — I didn't do it.'

He retained his grasp on her wrist, but he was looking at the dead man. The clothing, a dark lounge suit, was disarranged, as though someone had rifled the pockets; the striped shirt was stained with red, and a dark stain ran down the front of the waistcoat.

Mr Amberley put out his free hand to touch the slack one inside the car. He did not appear to feel any repulsion. 'Not cold,' he said. 'Well?'

'If you think I did it you're wrong,' she said. 'I found him like it. I tell you I wasn't even here!'

He ran his hand down over her coat, feeling for a possible weapon. She began to struggle, but found that she was quite powerless in his grip. His hand encountered something hard in the right pocket. Without ceremony he pulled out a small automatic. She stood still.

Hatred vibrated in her voice as she said:

'If you take the trouble to inspect it you will find it's fully loaded. The magazine holds seven. It isn't cocked.'

'Are you in the habit of carrying loaded guns?' he inquired.

'That's my affair.'

'Undoubtedly,' he agreed, and lifting the gun sniffed gingerly at the end of the barrel. He let go her wrist and slipped out the magazine. As she had said, it held seven cartridges. Pulling back the breech, he satisfied himself that it was empty. Then he snapped the magazine home and handed the gun to the girl.

She took it in a somewhat unsteady clasp. 'Thanks. Satisfied I didn't do it?'

'Quite satisfied that you didn't do it with that gun,' he replied. 'Probably you didn't do the actual shooting, but you know something about it.'

'You're wrong. I don't know anything. He was like that when I found him.'


'No — yes, I mean.'

'Make up your mind which it is to be,' he recommended.

'Damn you, leave me alone!' she flashed. 'Can't you see I'm upset and don't know what I'm saying?'

His cool glance swept over her. 'Since you put it like that; no, I can't. You seem to me remarkably self-possessed. Come on, out with it! Was the man dead when you found him?'

Meet the Author

The late Georgette Heyer was a very private woman. Her historical novels have charmed and delighted millions of readers for decades, though she rarely reached out to the public to discuss her works or personal life. She was born in Wimbledon in August 1902, and her first novel, The Black Moth, published when she was 19, was an instant success.

Heyer published 56 books over the next 53 years, until her death from lung cancer in 1974. Her work included Regency novels, mysteries and historical fiction. Known also as the Queen of Regency romance, Heyer was legendary for her research, historical accuracy and her extraordinary plots and characterizations. Her last book, My Lord John, was published posthumously in 1975. She was married to George Ronald Rougier, a barrister, and they had one son, Richard.

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Why Shoot a Butler? 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 33 reviews.
EdRTX More than 1 year ago
This eBook is not an enjoyable read. It is a so-so mystery. The most irritating thing is the lack of commas where needed for prepositional phrases. I had to re-read many sentences. The author has dialogue between characters and then later paraphrases a discussion between the main character and supporting characters when it just does not fit in.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Murders, burglaries, hidden identities, and missing clues. Can one sharp witted barrister solve the mystery, despite friends, family, and policemen? The books I’ve read of Heyer’s in the past have been historical romances. This is the second suspense novel I’ve read of hers. I enjoyed FOOTSTEPS IN THE DARK more, but this one was still a good read. The humorous descriptions of the actions and thoughts of the characters were wonderful.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Georgette Heyer, being one of my favorite authors, has written a guess-to-the-end treasure. She develops her characters well and spins a tale of suspense that I, being a person of the happy ending, can handle. I highly recommend Why Shoot A Butler?
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I lovved it so mutch. I lovv this book so mutch thate I called my freind Suzee Androos and I mad her reed this book. I enjoeed it veree mush.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Yelped again in deep pain.
britcat2 More than 1 year ago
I've read all of Georgette Heyer's Regency romances and most of her detective stories. This is not one of her best. Badly dated, even taking the era into account. All-knowing hero and "silly little fool" heroine (his words), aggravating even taking into account the era in which it was set and written. Some of her others detective stories are more amusing with better drawn characters.
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A round about mystery which kept me guessing until the end. Well written book and excellent author.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
In biography of author, Heyer is compared to Agatha Christie - who is the queen of mystery. Heyer sets her mysteries in England about the same time period as Christie. That is where the resemblance ends. Lots of unnecessary dialog/descriptions. No real plot. Vague
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booksnoopks More than 1 year ago
I guess I lost patience with this book...just too dated for me (and I am NOT young).
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Michelle1948 More than 1 year ago
For the time period in which this was written (1933), this is a wonderful cozy mystery! Good characters, a good story and no bloody descriptions that are prevalent in a lot of today's mysteries. Some romance but there could have been a little more since Heyer is a romance author as well. I am not sure I would recommend this type of mystery to a fiction bookclub but I would for a mystery bookclub. A general fiction bookclub that focuses more on romance and suspense might find this slightly boring. But it is good for a suspense story.
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