Aunt Dimity and the Family Tree (Aunt Dimity Mystery)
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The gentle spirit's sixteenth adventure is a New York Times bestseller and as "cozy and charming as a cup of Earl Grey" (Bookpage.com).
After a dizzying time Down Under, Lori Shepherd returns to Finch and finds that her wealthy father-in-law, William Willis, Sr., has just purchased a splendid ten-acre estate nearby. While William fends off local ladies intent on romance, Lori oversees the painstaking restoration of a peculiar painting found during renovations. It's nothing Lori can't handle-until moving furniture, strange sounds, and the theft of the painting prompt her to call on Aunt Dimity for help uncovering the estate's shadowy past.
looked the part,” she went on, “I thought I might as well act the part as well. I tarted up my accent and ordered fancy drinks and let the camareros wait on me hand and foot.” She shrugged helplessly. “You know how foreigners are when they hear any sort of English accent. They think we’re all lords and ladies living in castles and taking tea with the queen every other Wednesday. They made it easy for me to ... to pretend to be grander than I am. It was just a bit of fun,” she said, eyeing Willis,
compartment. I boosted Sally into the passenger seat, climbed into the driver’s seat, turned the key in the ignition, and lowered Sally’s window, to give Rainey a chance to bid her grandmother a fond farewell. “Sorry about the suitcase,” Rainey murmured, rolling her eyes. “Gran insisted on cramming her entire wardrobe into it.” In a louder voice, she said, “Say hello to Great-aunt Judith for me, Gran. And don’t worry about the shop. I’ll keep the kettle boiling and the pastries fresh.” Sally
things will protect us from prying eyes.” She got to her feet. “If you need me, I’ll be in the kitchen with Deirdre, freshening up those leftover canapés. Henrique’s partial to caviar. A tot of champagne wouldn’t do us any harm, either. I’ll see if there’s a bottle in the fridge. Champagne should be served cold, you know. Maybe I’ll mix up a pitcher of mimosas. ...” Sally bustled through the door to the dining room in a blur of orange and yellow, and Willis, Sr., sat down heavily on the settee.
bats in her cotton-picking belfry if she thinks that my father-in-law would have anything to do with a dictator.” “Has the wrong end of the stick, does she?” Annie asked, in a tone of voice that was much too casual. “She has the wrong stick altogether,” I stated firmly, coming to a halt. “I shouldn’t tell you this, Annie, but between you and me . . .” Annie’s lips parted and her eyes narrowed intently as I gave her the inside story on Tim Thomson, Topeka’s most successful taxidermist. The more
interrupting your morning routine, but I wonder if you can explain ... this.” He gestured first at the display cabinet, then at the low table. “As you can see, my snuffboxes are not in their usual place.” Deirdre’s eyes shifted from the table to the cabinet, then focused on Willis, Sr. For a split second I had the distinct impression that she was as puzzled as we were, but she answered readily enough. “I’m so sorry, sir,” she said. “I took the snuffboxes out of the cabinet this morning because