Cast For Death – Margaret Yorke (1)

‘What did her husband do?’ ‘He makes motor cars in Coventry. He’s got another wife – traded Tina in for a newer model, you could say.’ ‘Is that what she thought?’ ‘I’d guess so. That’s why she tried so hard to grab someone else. Scared them off, if you ask me.’ That didn’t sound as if she would be Sam’s sort of person.

‘Maybe she wasn’t a good picker?’ he suggested. He had sometimes thought it about himself. ‘Or didn’t meet the right person at the right time. There’s always that. Still, it’s all a gamble, isn’t it?’ said Tessa. ‘What did your aunt do with her time?’ Patrick asked. The dead woman was not at all real to him. She had owned some good bits of furniture and some charming ornaments. Various pictures were stacked against the wall of the living-room; he had not looked at them, but from what he had seen of her possessions her taste was good, and she was no pauper.

‘She had no career, had she?’ ‘Not now. She did work in an antique shop once, but she gave it up. She took her poodle for walks – went shopping – had her hair done. That sort of thing. Sounds awful, doesn’t it?’ said Tessa cheerfully. It did. ‘No satisfying occupation? No hobby?’ ‘I think she liked the antique shop. I don’t know why she gave it up.’

Patrick nodded at the pictures, whose backs faced them. ‘Was she keen on art? Are those any good?’ ‘I shouldn’t think so. Have a look at them.’ They were oil paintings of dark, moorland landscapes. At any minute Heathcliff or Cathy would come marching into view, Patrick thought, inspecting the sixth one. He tapped the back of it; it sounded very solid. ‘Hm,’ he said. ‘Pity, isn’t it?

I might have sold them for thousands of pounds,’ said Tessa. ‘As it is, I’ll be lucky if I can give them away.’ ‘They’re certainly not up to much,’ Patrick said. ‘But I expect someone will buy them. Well, thank you for putting up with me. We’ll meet’Yes.’ Tessa walked with him to the gate.

First published in 1976 © Margaret Yorke; House of Stratus 1976-2012 All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise), without the prior permission of the publisher. Any person who does any unauthorised act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.

The right of Margaret Yorke to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted. This edition published in 2012 by House of Stratus, an imprint of Stratus Books Ltd., Lisandra House, Fore Street, Looe, Cornwall, PL13 1AD, UK. Typeset by House of Stratus. A catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library and the Library of Congress. EAN ISBN Edition 0755130111 9780755130115 Print 0755134672 9780755134670 Kindle 0755134788 9780755134786 Epub This is a fictional work and all characters are drawn from the author’s imagination.

Any resemblance or similarities to persons either living or dead are entirely coincidental. www.houseofstratus.com 1kitap1.com/en About the Author Born in Surrey, England, to John and Alison Larminie in 1924, Margaret Yorke (Margaret Beda Nicholson) grew up in Dublin before moving back to England in 1937, where the family settled in Hampshire, although she now lives in a small village in Buckinghamshire.

During World War II she saw service in the Women’s Royal Naval Service as a driver. In 1945, she married, but it was only to last some ten years, although there were two children; a son and daughter. Her childhood interest in literature was re-enforced by five years living close to Stratford-upon-Avon and she also worked variously as a bookseller and as a librarian in two Oxford Colleges, being the first woman ever to work in that of Christ Church.

She is widely travelled and has a particular interest in both Greece and Russia. Margaret Yorke’s first novel was published in 1957, but it was not until 1970 that she turned her hand to crime writing. There followed a series of five novels featuring Dr. Patrick Grant, an Oxford don and amateur sleuth, who shares her own love of Shakespeare.

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.

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