Death in the Spotlight: A Murder Most Unladylike Mystery 07 (A Murder Most Unladylike Mystery, 7)
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Uncle Felix laughed, and smiled at me, and Aunt Lucy smiled too. And I wondered, at that moment, whether this was not another of Aunt Lucy’s unusual lessons. It was at breakfast on Monday morning, the eleventh of May, that we first heard of it. The maid, Bridget, had just brought in the toast and a pile of cryptic telegrams, neatly decoded in Bridget’s clear handwriting. In Uncle Felix and Aunt Lucy’s house, everyone seems to have an interesting and secretive life, and Bridget is an interesting and secretive maid who does far more than just the cooking and the cleaning.
Daisy is killed when she puts herself between the bullet and Hazel, saving her best friend. But did she really die...
Martita’s blooming smile shut off like a light, and I saw her draw into herself as she turned to the speaker. She’s all right,’ said Daisy, wrinkling her nose, her cheeks a little red. ‘I suppose. She’s not bad.’ Good grief, girl, SPEAK!’ Inigo shouted at me again and again. ‘It’s a few simple lines! You know how to speak, don’t you?’
Kia ora from New Zealand, Robin. I think that there going to be some enemies in the theatre group who don’t like each other and one of them will get the star part. Other people will get jealous and then there will be a murder. I think this will be to do with poison because ‘Rue’ like the name of the theatre is a poison herb in some plays. Hazel and Daisy will have parts on stage and they will realise that the poison used in the play is actually real! Daisy pushed the door open, and we found ourselves in a warm, wood-panelled little space where an old man was sitting in a cubbyhole to the right of us, just the way the porter had at Maudlin College last winter. He had flyaway white hair and a scrubby little beard that looked as though he hadn’t trimmed it for several days. Dull!’ said Daisy, pushing them aside to perch on my desk, but I thought them quite marvellous. I lost myself in them for hours, far past the time I would have been brave enough to be seen studying anything at Deepdean, and only stopped when my brain was humming with numbers and symbols and languages.Good afternoon!’ said Daisy, bobbing a curtsey. ‘You’re Miss Crompton, of course – I’ve seen your picture. We’ve come to be in your play.’ I thought that this was a brilliant book! I have already read the first six in the Murder Most Unladylike series and I had challenged myself to finish the series over the summer. It was interesting for it to be set in a theatre and I agree that a theatre is an excellent place to hold a fictional murder case! As always with Robin Stevens, it was gripping until the end and I thoroughly enjoyed going on the case with Daisy and Hazel. As mystery is my favourite genre (particularly murder mysteries) this
I quite agree, Hazel,’ said Aunt Lucy. ‘You may not think yourself an actress, but I know better. You’ve been around Daisy for too long not to be able to pretend.’ And then George and Alexander came to visit for Daisy’s birthday party, during their Exeat weekend. Daisy has written up the case that we solved at the British Museum, so I do not need to mention it here – apart from the fact that it was very exciting, and it made Uncle Felix more worried than ever about us putting ourselves in danger.
Hilda Dove wasn’t born Hilda Dove, of course. Most actors choose better names when they go on the stage – who’d go and see a leading lady called Bertha Jones? And I know because of Bertie,’ said Daisy, waving her hand airily. ‘He’s quite obsessed, and I steal his theatre magazines. After all, you never know what knowledge may turn out to be useful – and so it has proved.’