Tauchen Sie ein in die Welt einer wohlhabenden Frau im Schottland der 1920er Jahre. Diese Serie begleitet sie auf ihren unerwarteten Abenteuern, bei denen ihr scharfer Intellekt und bemerkenswerter Mut auf Intrigen und Geheimnisse treffen. Jeder Fall entfaltet den Glamour und die Gefahr der Ära. Eine unterhaltsame und spannende Lektüre für Liebhaber von Kriminalgeschichten mit einem Hauch aristokratischen Charmes.
Dandy Gilver, her husband back from the War, and her children off at school is
bored to a whimper in the spring of 1923 and a little light snooping seems
like harmless fun. Before long, though, the puzzle of what really happened to
the Duffy diamonds after the Armistice Ball has been swept aside by an
unexpected death.
It is summer of 1923, and as the village of Queensferry prepares for the
annual Ferry Fair and the walk of the Burry Man, feelings are running high.
With his pagan greenery, his lucky pennies and the nips of whisky he is
treated to wherever he goes, the Burry Man has much to offend stricter souls
like the minister or temperance pamphleteer.
Dear Alec, Remember my engagement yesterday? The annual duty luncheon for the Reverend Mr Tait from which and whom I expected only boredom? I could hardly have been more wrong, Alec dear, and I am this minute packing to follow the Reverend home to his manse in Fife, there to attend a meeting of the Rural Women's Institute. Hardly a house party at which one would usually leap, I grant you, but not only is the man himself a perfect darling - imagine Father Christmas shaved clean and draped in tweed - but his parish, it seems, heaves with more violent passions than a Buenos Aires bordello. A stranger, you see, is roaming the night and pouncing on the ladies of the Rural. At least that's the tale they're telling and the one that Mr Tait told me, but since half the village think he's a figment and he only ever strikes at the full moon, I cannot help but wonder if there's something even odder going on . . . Much love and remember me fondly if the dark stranger gets me, Dandy xx
Friday 3rd June, 1927 Dear Alec, 'Careful what you wish for, lest it come true' is my new motto, and here is why. I was summoned to Dunfermline, that old grey town, in the matter of a missing heiress. She had flounced off in a sulk over forbidden love and I, suspecting elopement, was loath to take the job of scouring guesthouses to find the little madam and her paramour. Before I could wriggle out of it, though, there was a murder in the mix - or was it suicide? I had hardly begun to decide when it happened again. Then I was sacked. Actually sacked! By two separate people, and both dismissals in writing. And that's not even the worst of it, darling: matters here are careering downwards much in the style of a runaway train. Please hurry - or who knows where it might end, Dandy xx
Set in 1930s Scotland and brimming with eccentric characters and incisive
humour, The Turning Tide is Catriona McPherson's best Dandy Gilver mystery
yet.