Mrs. Jeffries Forges Ahead (A Victorian Mystery)
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Arlette Montrose Banfield angered many marriageable women when she snagged the handsome Lewis Banfield-but were they angry enough to poison her? Mrs. Jeffries doesn't mind getting her hands dirty to uncover the greed behind her murder.
Michaels to signal that the buffet was ready.” “So the food hadn’t been served when your wife collapsed?” Witherspoon clarified. “It wasn’t ready.” “When did Mrs. Banfield begin to show symptoms of being ill?” he asked. He wanted to make sure she hadn’t been ill earlier in the day. “When we were sitting at our table waiting for supper.” “You’re certain that it wasn’t earlier than that, perhaps earlier in the day?” Lewis pursed his lips. “I’m sure. She was fine at luncheon today and she
said, Inspector, we hadn’t finished our planning before Arlette and her mother’s horrid behavior drove me out of the house. I’m sorry someone murdered her, but nonetheless, it doesn’t change the fact that she had no sense of her proper role in society.” “And you’ve no idea why Mrs. Montrose and Mrs. Banfield were arguing?” he asked. “No.” Witherspoon changed tactics. “Was anyone else in the dining room with you yesterday when you heard Mr. and Mrs. Banfield arguing?” “Mrs. Kimball was there
rewards in the way of titles or honors for their service to the country,” he pointed out. “True, and they wallow in their own self-righteousness like pigs in a sty,” she retorted. She closed her eyes and caught herself. “That was very coarse, Inspector. Please forgive me, but I’m so upset over Arlette’s death.” She broke off and looked away, but not before Witherspoon has seen the tears pooling in her eyes. “Of course you are, Mrs. Montrose,” he said softly. “If she’d never come here, she’d
Wiggins spotted Inspector Witherspoon and Constable Barnes as they came out the front door of the Banfield house. He whirled about and quickly walked the other way, toward the high street and the shops. Blast, he was having the devil’s worst luck today. It was even worse than yesterday. He’d not found anyone willing to have a chat and now he was hungry and thirsty. Maybe he’d stop in at a café for a cup of tea. He felt in his trousers pocket for coins, pulled out a fistful, and saw that he had
every time I tried to speak to him, he’d been sent off on an errand or had disappeared up to the attic.” Witherspoon stopped just inside the doorway. “Did you try to see him today?” Barnes nodded. “Yes. When you pulled Mr. Banfield aside to get the address for Mrs. Banfield’s parents, I nipped down to the kitchen and told Mrs. Peyton I’d like to have a word with the man. But he’d already left on an errand.” “Oh yes.” Witherspoon sighed. “After that altercation with his aunt, it took Mr.