The Second Mouse

The Second Mouse

Archer Mayor

Language: English

Pages: 304

ISBN: 0892960728

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

The Second Mouse

Archer Mayor

Language: English

Pages: 304

ISBN: 0892960728

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Thirty-one-year-old Victorian gentlewoman Amelia Peabody has not only inherited her father's fortune, but she is also blessed with his strong will as well. Now she's headed for Cairo, accompanied by a girl with a tarnished past, to indulge her passion for Egyptology. Little did she know that murder and a homicidal mummy lay in wait for her.

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The contrast between this virtual greenhouse and the gloomy corridor brought him up short. It also gave him a much clearer view of Redding’s face, which, despite its smile, was etched with grief. “I’m really sorry for your loss,” he blurted out. She seemed to understand that his words came from deeper than their blandness suggested. “Thank you,” she told him, gesturing to an armchair. “Would you like something to drink? Or to use the bathroom?” He shook his head, sitting down and draping his

up to some huge skeleton in his closet. Big mystery.” Joe laughed. “Forget it. I’m not touching that. Was the stove the source of the propane?” Hawke shook his head, still amused. “Very good. Nice, elegant change of subject. Okay, yes, the stove fits as a possible source. How’s that?” “There’s another one?” Hawke led the way into the big room and over to the linear kitchen, speaking as he went. “Not that we’ve found, but that doesn’t mean a portable one couldn’t have been removed. You have to

piles, were garbage bags, cardboard boxes, recyclables, returnables, bundles of office paper, and all the other paraphernalia of a major municipal trash-handling plant. But he had eyes only for that open door. As he was halfway across the room’s vast concrete floor, however, the alarm he’d been dreading finally went off—a blood-chilling, hair-raising Klaxon that cut right through his skull. Ellis stopped dead in his tracks and waited for the command to drop the bag and fall to his knees.

by the parallel taxiways, the landing strip, and the buildings. As if to prove Mel’s point, several planes, including an old, hulking DC–3, were sitting there like oversize toys abandoned by a giant child after bedtime. Other planes were scattered elsewhere as well. The night was clear and warm, sparkling with stars. On the far side of the strip, the floodlit Bennington Monument shone eerily in the distance, a misplaced museum piece from an Egyptian exhibition, surrounded by the soft glow of the

there a lot.” “So was he.” She didn’t answer. She tried to swallow without revealing it to him. “Newell Morgan was after Michelle sexually. He wanted to replace his son in her bed.” Joe could almost see Linda’s brain analyzing what she should say next. Finally, she went where he would have in her place. “Am I in trouble here?” He sat forward and rested his elbows on his knees, so his eyes and hers were on a level. “I don’t think so. But that’s why I’m here. I do think you’ve done things you

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