The Death at Knightshayes Court

by Faith Allington

About the Author: Faith Allington is a Seattle-based writer with a passion for the 1920s and old-fashioned detective stories.

Excerpt

England, 1924

Cornelius Blackmore could not decide whether Emmeline Lee was very clever or very stupid. She was one of those elusive creatures that history would never agree on, like Helen of Troy or Mary, Queen of Scots.

She possessed fine-spun gold hair, wide green eyes and a full mouth. She suited the gothic lines of Knightshayes Court perfectly, with its vaulted arches, slender columns and intricate stonework. But her charm went beyond these qualities. It was her vagueness that tangled men’s minds and drove them to peril.

She was sitting on the sofa in dark red satin, gazing at her fiancé Hector Sanders. It was very romantic, Cornelius thought, to see a handsome young artist marrying his muse. Their children would surely be most gifted.

Emmeline smothered a yawn.

“Emmie, do try to keep still, my dear,” Hector said.

“I’m tired,” Emmeline said.

“Just a little longer, my dear,” Hector said. The charcoal in his fingers moved quickly and competently over a large piece of paper.

Cornelius tore his eyes from the young couple and turned to his host, Sir Reuben. “The architecture and grounds are stunning. I must thank you again, Sir Reuben, for inviting me to Knightshayes Court.”

Sir Reuben inclined his large head. He was a most distinguished man, with black and silver hair, and a rich, deep voice. “Of course, Blackmore. Glad to have you.”

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