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'Augustus knows he is inconveniencing a great many people, and he is enjoying this. He will not change his mind.'Augustus Gale was a man in love-with a woman of genius who had been dead for over a century. So great was his dedication to the memory of playwright Joan Farmer that Augustus bought her ancestral home, steeped himself in the local history, and attempted to enforce a Regency-style lifestyle on his entire household. This macabre devotion poisoned his life as well as the lives of his son and daughter, his beautiful second wife, and even his devoted mother. Yet it was a strictly confined historical obsession. When a party of archaeologists sought permission to excavate a rare Roman mosaic pavement on Augustus's land, disrupting his homage to Joan, they were met with a blunt, contemptuous and destructive refusal. It might be said that Augustus Gale was a man who "asked for it", but whose was the hand that fed him the poison?Mary Fitt was the pseudonym of Kathleen Freeman (1897-1959), a classical scholar who taught Greek at the University College of South Wales and Monmouthshire in Cardiff. Beginning in 1937, Freeman wrote twenty-nine mysteries and a number of short stories as Mary Fitt, and was elected to the Detection Club in 1950. Aside from her detective novels, Freeman published many books on classical Greece, scholarly articles and children's stories. She lived in St Mellons in Wales with her partner Dr Liliane Marie Catherine Clopet, a family physician and author.

'I shouldn't have come back! They'll never give up! There's too much to lose!'George Pollicott and Henry Rowles live a solitary and meagre existence in a hut along the towering Sea Wall of the Welsh Lowlands. On a foggy night twenty years before, night-watchman Pollicott had found Rowles near death and nursed him back to health. Henry Rowles, an obviously educated man, shuns outside contact and relies on the devoted Pollicott for all his needs. Recently worried for his life, Rowles writes a will leaving everything to his friend, but is found murdered that very night. The police immediately set upon the night-watchman as the culprit, but the clues are confounding. Why was their hut ransacked? Who are the unrecognized signatories at the bottom of the will? What motivation would Pollicott have for murdering someone he clearly revered? And why did Henry Rowles refer to his real name as John Henry Vincent Peter Dallingsworth Clairvaux, a man dead for forty years? Mary Fitt was the pseudonym of Kathleen Freeman (1897-1959), a classical scholar who taught Greek at the University College of South Wales and Monmouthshire in Cardiff. Beginning in 1937, Freeman wrote twenty-nine mysteries and a number of short stories, mostly as Mary Fitt, and was elected to the Detection Club in 1950. Aside from her detective novels, Freeman published many books on classical Greece, scholarly articles and children's stories. She lived in St Mellons in Wales with her partner Dr Liliane Marie Catherine Clopet, a family physician and author.

My great-aunt Liza is an old she-devil... but she's had a devilish raw deal.'Lady Elizabeth Carn has ruled Tristowell Castle with an iron fist for fifty years. On the eve of her adored adopted daughter Augusta's twenty-first birthday, far-flung family return to the castle, dredging up past resentments and conflicts. The next morning, Elizabeth is discovered strangled at her writing desk and nephew Palin Carn is found to have disappeared in the night. Augusta, in love with Palin, cannot believe him capable of murder. The police disagree, but find more than one possible suspect with opportunity and motive. There is Veronica, Lady Elizabeth's first adoptee, ostracised at eighteen for eloping with a local man, and returning to Tristowell for the first time with her teenage sons. Eccentric painter Jane Bossom, impulsively adopted at twelve after the death of her parents but sent off three months later, has also returned to Tristowell to paint Augusta's portrait. And there is fierce, quiet Tenella, Elizabeth's resident harpist, who clearly knows more than she is telling.Mary Fitt was the pseudonym of Kathleen Freeman (1897-1959), a classical scholar who taught Greek at the University College of South Wales and Monmouthshire in Cardiff. Beginning in 1937, Freeman wrote twenty-nine mysteries and a number of short stories, mostly as Mary Fitt, and was elected to the Detection Club in 1950. Aside from her detective novels, Freeman published many books on classical Greece, scholarly articles and children's stories. She lived in St Mellons in Wales with her partner Dr Liliane Marie Catherine Clopet, a family physician and author.

'It is not for you to exact vengeance on my behalf. Remember that.'When successful novelist Christabel Strange dies suddenly aged 32, the bequests are hard to fathom. She leaves one wing of the ancestral home to good friend Marcia Wentworth for her ongoing use; the rest of the house remains in the hands of her mother, grandmother and siblings. Christabel made it known that Marcia would write her biography, but leaves her sixteen volumes of meticulous diaries to wily eccentric Grandmother Strange, who loathes Marcia and refuses to allow her to see them. Dr George Caradew, Christabel's childhood friend, finds himself between opposing and increasingly hostile camps, and begins to wonder why Christabel behaved in such a peculiar way, and whether her death was really due to a fever. The possibility of foul play becomes a certainty when another murder occurs and a volume of the diaries is stolen. Gradually, Caradew pieces together the clues to Christabel's hidden life.Mary Fitt was the pseudonym of Kathleen Freeman (1897-1959), a classical scholar who taught Greek at the University College of South Wales and Monmouthshire in Cardiff. Beginning in 1937, Freeman wrote twenty-nine mysteries and a number of short stories as Mary Fitt, and was elected to the Detection Club in 1950. Aside from her detective novels, Freeman published many books on classical Greece, scholarly articles and children's stories. She lived in St Mellons in Wales with her partner Dr Liliane Marie Catherine Clopet, a family physician and author.

Simon Gabb had everything - or so it seemed: a beautiful house, a big estate, a flourishing business and two sons, both endowed with evident capacity. When one is murdered, the solution of the case is as much a study in relationships as in crime.