White Christmas With a Wobbly Knee (ebook)

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The second in the series featuring a madcap pair of amateur sleuths and a delightful outpouring of upper-class English eccentricities ? with the odd murder thrown in.

Lady Amanda Golightly, eccentric resident of a sprawling faux castle in the town of Belchester, has recently taken it upon herself to act as a veritable super-sleuth, aided by her friend Hugo Cholmondley-Crichton Crump.

In this Chronicle she faces a family crisis while planning a new business venture for Belchester Towers: guided tours. To celebrate (and road-test) her new venture, Lady Amanda invites a horde of old chums to a trial run at Christmas time, complete with tasty nibbles. However, things don?t go to plan ? a dead guest is discovered found slumped on the library table, having been dispatched in a variety of unusual ways!

Lady Amanda and Hugo are off again, but can they beat the morose Inspector Moody to the unmasking of the culprit?

Lady Amanda and Hugo had had barely an hour of peace and quiet in which to snatch forty-winks, when a shriek, as piercing as that of a banshee, suddenly shattered the silence of the house.

Lady Amanda awoke with a Whaah! of surprise, only to find that she had dribbled all down her cardigan while she had been resting her eyes. Hugo, not so tired from the days exertions, as there hadnt been any for him, was already up and heading for the door before she shook herself fully awake. What the hells going on? she asked, rubbing discreetly at her front with her handkerchief.

The screaming carried on, occasionally interspersed with the long drawn-out wail of Muuurdeeer!

With Hugo now at her heels, having been overtaken, she sped towards the source of the distress calls, when Beauchamp suddenly appeared in front of her and uttered the words, Im sorry to inform you, my lady, that there is a body in the library. Im afraid that one of your guests has been the victim of a murderous attack.

Heading directly to the library, without stopping to pass Go or collecting £200, Lady Amanda punched a fist in the air and called over her shoulder, Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus! Hugo, who had not watched the right films to explain what she was talking about, merely limped along in her wake, trying to summon up sufficient energy to keep up with her.0