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asked Patrick. \u201cI came to see him, as I\u2019m staying in the neighbourhood.\u201d \u201cYou mean he\u2019s all right? He hasn\u2019t got into trouble again?\u201d \u201cAs far as the university is concerned, I know of nothing wrong,\u201d Patrick said. \u201cMy visit is merely social. I apologise if I startled you. Of course, I\u2019ve heard about the sad event in Winterswick. I\u2019ve met your niece.\u201d \u201cYou must think me very silly, Dr Grant,\u201d said Betty, able to speak more calmly now that her immediate panic had been dispelled.<\/p>\n

\u201cI felt sure Tim must be in trouble of some sort.\u201d He is, thought Patrick, but his mother need not know about it yet. The apprehensive devotion which Betty Ludlow clearly felt for her worrying child was no new manifestation to Patrick. \u201cWe\u2019ve never met when you\u2019ve been visiting Timothy at Mark\u2019s,\u201d he prompted her. \u201cNo, we haven\u2019t. Oh, how rude of me, do come into the house, Dr Grant,\u201d Betty said, recollecting herself. \u201cWell, if you\u2019re sure I won\u2019t be interrupting,\u201d Patrick said, with every intention of doing just that.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot at all. It will do me good to stop,\u201d said Betty. \u201cI find gardening such a relaxation, don\u2019t you?\u201d This was a contradictory statement, and anything less relaxed than her own late occupation it would be hard to find, Patrick thought. \u201cI\u2019m afraid I don\u2019t do much of it,\u201d he said. \u201cBut you must let me show you the Fellows\u2019 Garden when you come to Mark\u2019s next term; we have some very rare autumn-flowering shrubs.\u201d \u201cI\u2019d like that,\u201d Betty said vaguely.<\/p>\n

She was not really listening. She led the way into the house, apologising for taking him in by the back door, and paused in the lobby to shed her boots, exchanging them for a pair of shabby pumps. \u201cWould you like a cup of tea?\u201d she offered. Patrick thought she needed one herself, as shock treatment, and making it would help to soothe her, too.<\/p>\n

His plan of action for the next half-hour was one his sister would deplore. He grinned to himself, thinking of her reaction. Betty took him into the sitting-room and settled him down with the Daily Mail while she went to put the kettle on. Left alone, Patrick at once got to his feet and inspected the room. It was large and comfortable, with shabby, well-worn chairs and a big, loose-cushioned sofa.<\/p>\n

There was no book in sight. Some knitting lay on a table, and there were photographs on the mantelpiece and on a large oak dresser by one wall. Patrick recognised Tim in adolescence, and more recently, before he grew his hair and adopted sideboards. There was another boy, too, a fairer, slimmer young man with a sensitive, anxious face; this one was like his mother.<\/p>\n

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Dead In The Morning First published in 1970 \u00a9 Margaret Yorke; House of Stratus 1970-2012 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.<\/p>\n

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 0755130154 9780755130153 Print 0755134680 9780755134687 Kindle 0755134796 9780755134793 Epub This is a fictional work and all characters are drawn from the author\u2019s imagination. Any resemblance or similarities to persons either living or dead are entirely coincidental. www.houseofstratus.com OceanofPDF.com 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.<\/p>\n

During World War II she saw service in the Women\u2019s 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.<\/p>\n

She is widely travelled and has a particular interest in both Greece and Russia. Margaret Yorke\u2019s 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.<\/p>\n

More crime and mystery was to follow, and she has written some forty three books in all, but the Grant novels were limited to five as, in her own words, \u2018authors using a series detective are trapped by their series. It stops some of them from expanding as writers\u2019. She is proud of the fact that many of her novels are essentially about ordinary people who find themselves in extraordinary situations which may threatening, or simply horrific.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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