Black is the Colour of My True Love's Heart (Felse, Book 6)

Black is the Colour of My True Love's Heart (Felse, Book 6)

Ellis Peters

Language: English

Pages: 122

ISBN: B001KTQFLS

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Black is the Colour of My True Love's Heart (Felse, Book 6)

Ellis Peters

Language: English

Pages: 122

ISBN: B001KTQFLS

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Singers and musicians are gathered for a course in folk music that will occupy a weekend in the fantastic country mansion called Follymead. Most come only to sing or to listen, but one or two have non-musical scores to settle. When brilliantly talented Liri Palmer sings “Black, black, black is the color of my true-love’s heart!" she clearly has a message for someone in the audience. Passions run high, and there is murder brewing at Follymead.

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“But you didn’t actually see him drive away?” For their private rooms were at the front of the house, and did not overlook the drive. “Well, no, I didn’t, of course. But we know that he did leave…” “We know he didn’t leave for Birmingham. At least, not for the two meetings he was supposed to address.” She put up her hands to her forehead in a gesture of hopeless bewilderment. “But I don’t believe, I don’t believe for a moment that he went down to the river. I simply don’t believe that he was

any sign in the water, along the banks, among the swamped alders, and the lodged debris of the flood. She did it, as she did everything, with all her might. The police, of course, must also be looking for Lucien, but she had seen no sign of them in these reaches. Let them search in their way, with all the aids their specialist knowledge gave them; she would search in hers, with no aids at all but her ignorance, which would not allow her to miss a single yard of undercut bank or a single clump of

someone could be in love with her, and she wasn’t alert to possible pitfalls; she missed the smarting note and took the question at its face value. “Idiot!” she said cheerfully. “Are you lumping me in with that lot? Not that I can’t see their point,” she added honestly, studying the lofty male head islanded among hunting girls. “At least he looks and sounds like a real person. Take his microphone away, and he’s still there.” Lucien Galt certainly could not easily be ignored, even thus hemmed in

the pay-off would be worth a little discomfort. “And the other rope.” There was still a cloudy daylight out on the open sward, but here among the trees they had to peer to see even one another. The girls stood well back on drier ground, their faces two pale, still ovals in a green monochrome. Nobody had tried to send them away. What was the use of banishing Liri, who had been the one to find this pathetic thing they were trying to bring ashore? In any case, she would not have gone. She stood

somebody put the devil in this house,” said Lucien with detached certainty. “Maybe somebody here among us,” suggested Dickie Meurice, turning the famous smile on him, “brought that aura in with him.” Lucien turned his head and looked him over again at leisure, without any apparent reaction. He knew who he was, of course. Who didn’t? He had even worked with him on two occasions. It couldn’t be said that he had ever really noticed him until now, and even now he wasn’t particularly interested. In

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