Sheer Folly: A Daisy Dalrymple Mystery (Daisy Dalrymple Mysteries)
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In March of 1926, Daisy Dalrymple Fletcher and her friend and collaborator Lucy (a.k.a. Lady Gerald) head off for several days at stately home reputed to have the best grotto in the country. Working on a book of follies (architectural), they plan to research and photograph it. Leaving her husband and young twins behind, Daisy is expecting a productive weekend at Appsworth Hall, with the only potential difficulty being keeping Lucy from offending the current owner, a manufacturer of plumbing products. Alas, it's not to be quite so simple. At the home, they find themselves faced with a curious assortment of people including the abominable, tactless Lord Rydal, who is rumored to be having an affair with one of the guests while at the same time in ardent and artless pursuit of the hand in marriage of another. When the grotto explodes with Lord Rydal in it, it's not a question of who would do it―as most who've met him would be sorely tempted―but who actually did do it.
we were wondering if we ought to offer to throw the rhinoceros out. He’s big and stubborn, but between the two of us we ought to be able to manage it. What do you think, Mrs. Fletcher?” “Should we tell our esteemed host that we’re not merely willing but anxious to go big game hunting?” Armitage grinned. “It’d make a change from angling.” “No,” said Daisy. “No?” Carlin was disappointed. “Expound, pray.” “If you ask me, Mr. Pritchard is perfectly capable of routing Rhino if he chooses. If he
But he had appeared puzzled by her questions about the chauffeur, Gregg, and she owed it to him, if not to satisfy his curiosity, at least to hear him out. He might even contribute something useful. Also, she had questions for him. “Julia, be an angel and tell Lucy I’m on my way,” she said. “There’s a couple of things I must discuss with Mr. Pritchard.” “Right-oh, but first tell me, have you heard anything more about the grotto?” “Charles came to fetch Dr. Tenby. You just missed him.”
visiting for a few days as we are.” “For a while?” “I don’t know exactly how long he’s been here or how long he intends to stay. You’ll have to ask him, or Mr. Pritchard. I don’t know much about him except that he’s Canadian.” And madly in love with Julia, but let Boyle find that out for himself. “Oh, and he’s a historian. He was very helpful in giving me information for my article.” After a still unexplained initial reluctance. “Article? I thought you and Lady Gerald were writing a book.”
still haven’t got a real grasp of who all these people are, or why they’re at Appsworth Hall. Not that Mrs. Fletcher wasn’t helpful, but I’d like to hear from Pritchard what they’re doing here in his house. If you’ve no objection, sir, we’ll have him back first.” “Do you regard him as a suspect?” Boyle frowned. “Not on such information as I’ve got already. But, of course, there’s no knowing what I’ll—we’ll dig up. Nor there’s no knowing what’ll set some people off, and Mrs. Fletcher did say
said Mrs. Howell malevolently. “Owen, wait while I change my shoes.” Lucy had waited for Daisy, but she wasn’t about to wait for anyone else. She gathered her chosen companions together and shepherded them out through the French doors. Behind her, Daisy heard Lady Beaufort say placidly, “No, I think not, my dear. I’ll come and see it again when you have restored it—and installed a few seats along the path.” THIRTY-SIX “I hope Mrs. Fletcher isn’t going to come up with any more