The Peculiar Case of Lord Finsbury's Diamonds (Casebook of Barnaby Adair, Book 1.5)
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"Penelope Adair, wife and partner of amateur sleuth Barnaby Adair, is so hugely pregnant she cannot even waddle. When Barnaby is summoned to assist Inspector Stokes of Scotland Yard in investigating the violent murder of a gentleman at a house party, Penelope, frustrated that she cannot participate, insists that she and Griselda, Stokes’s wife, be kept informed of their husbands’ discoveries.
Yet what Barnaby and Stokes uncover only leads to more questions. The murdered gentleman had been thrown out of the house party days before, so why had he returned? And how and why did he come to have the fabulous Finsbury diamond necklace in his pocket, much to Lord Finsbury’s consternation? Most peculiar of all, why had the murderer left the necklace, worth a stupendous fortune, on the body?
The conundrums compound as our intrepid investigators attempt to make sense of this baffling case. Meanwhile, the threat of scandal grows ever more tangible for all those attending the house party – and the stakes are highest for Lord Finsbury’s daughter and the gentleman who has spent the last decade resurrecting his family fortune so he can aspire to her hand. Working parallel to Barnaby and Stokes, the would-be lovers hunt for a path through the maze of contradictory facts to expose the murderer, disperse the pall of scandal, and claim the love and the shared life they crave.
pregnancy hasn’t changed in the least. If anything I’m less delicate than I was before—being an almost-mother makes one rather bloody-minded over any sort of threat—so I want to know every last little detail.” So she could analyze. And he would be the first to admit that with her highly logical brain, she was exceptionally good at fathoming criminals’ motives and intentions. It was what had first brought them together, and was one of the many things about her that continued to intrigue him.
Footsteps approached, heels clicking on the floorboards. On a smothered gasp, they broke apart—and rapidly smoothed their hair, settled their clothes and, stepping apart, turned to the door as it opened. Agnes walked in. She looked first at Gwen, then at Frederick. Then one brow faintly arched and she crisply stated, “There you are. The others want to play whist and we need two more for the tables.” Turning, she swept back through the door. “Come along.” Like children who had barely escaped
commandeered a Yard coach and driver. After dispatching a message to Connor, his groom, to come and fetch his curricle from Stokes’s house, Barnaby had joined Stokes and the constables in the capacious coach for the journey to Finsbury Court. Now, climbing the front steps of the house shoulder to shoulder with Stokes, Barnaby had to admit that he felt the same rising expectation of a swift and neat outcome as Stokes did. Duffet stood waiting by the front door. “Sir.” He saluted Stokes, tugged
tell Lord Finsbury that you were convinced that I’d killed Fletcher—he had the name, Fletcher, so I knew you’d learned that much and that Riggs was speaking the truth. He insisted that I had to leave. I didn’t know what to do. Riggs all but bundled me out of the house. He told me to go to a nearby barn and wait for him there, that it would be all right—that he would sort it all out.” Meeting Barnaby’s eyes, Kitty shook her head. “I have no idea what he meant by that, but I didn’t wait to find
Perhaps I could meet you at the Foundling House in the morning?” He’d steer her out of the investigation after he had all the facts, after he’d learned everything she knew about this strange business. She smiled brilliantly, once again disrupting his thoughts. “Excellent!” Penelope gathered her gloves and muff, and stood. She’d gained what she wanted; it was time to go. Before he could say anything she didn’t want to hear. Best not to get into any argument now. Not yet. He got to his feet