Twisted Root - Anne Perry [0]
Title Page
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Also by Anne Perry
Excerpt from Treason at Lisson Grove
Excerpt from Execution Dock
Copyright Page
To June Anderson,
for her unfailing friendship
"THIS IS A STORY WITH TWISTS AND TURNS APLENTY. THE ENDING IS THE BIGGEST TWIST OF ALL."
— St. Louis Post-Dispatch
"Keep[s] you turning the pages. Monk, with his murky past and all-too-real flaws and foibles, continues to be one of Perry’s most fascinating characters. Marriage to Hester has strengthened him emotionally and their shifting relationship can only make this popular series even better."
—The Cleveland Plain Dealer
"Perry carries the suspense right into the last few pages."
—The Christian Science Monitor
"Anne Perry does it again. Another riveting mystery ... It keeps you rooted to the pages. As always, it’s an ’I-can’t-put-it-down’ right up to the end and when the killer is revealed with a most unexpected twist."
—"Jill Jackson’s Hollywood"
"[A] leisurely paced story suffused with period details... What’s best, however, is the denouement, when the guilty party and the meaning of the title are dramatically unveiled in a packed London courtroom."
—Booklits
"No writer since Agatha Christie has been so good..."
— Kirkus Reviews
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1
THE YOUNG MAN stood in the doorway, his face pale, his fingers clenched on his hat, twisting it around and around.
"Mr. William Monk, agent of enquiry?" he asked. He looked to be in his early twenties.
"Yes," Monk acknowledged, rising to his feet. "Come in, sir. How can I assist you?"
"Lucius Stourbridge." He held out his hand, coming farther into the room. He did not even glance at the two comfortable armchairs or the bowl of flowers pleasantly scenting the air. These had been Hester’s idea. Monk had been perfectly happy with the sparse and serviceable appearance the rooms had presented before.
"How can I help you, Mr. Stourbridge?" Monk asked, indicating one of the chairs.
Lucius Stourbridge sat uncomfortably on the edge of it, looking as if he did so more because he had been instructed to than from any desire. He stared at Monk intently, his eyes filled with misery.
"I am betrothed to be married, Mr. Monk," he began. "My future wife is the most charming, generous and noble-minded person you could wish to meet." He glanced down, then up at Monk again quickly. The ghost of a smile crossed his face and vanished. "I am aware that my opinion is prejudiced, and I must sound naive, but you will find that others also regard her most highly, and my parents have a sincere affection for her."
"I don’t doubt you, Mr. Stourbridge," Monk assured him, but he was uncomfortable with what he believed this young man would ask of him. Even when he most urgently needed work he only reluctantly accepted matrimonial cases. And having just returned from an extravagant three-week honeymoon in the Highlands of Scotland, this was rapidly becoming one of those times. He had an agreement with his friend and patron, Lady Callandra Daviot, that in return for informing her of his most interesting cases, and—where she wished— including her in the day-to-day process, she would replenish his funds, at least sufficiently for his survival. But he had no desire or intention that he should avail himself of her generosity any longer.
"What is it that troubles you, Mr. Stourbridge?" he asked.
Lucius looked utterly wretched. "Miriam—Mrs. Gardiner— has disappeared."
Monk was puzzled. "Mrs. Gardiner?"
Lucius shook himself impatiently. "Mrs. Gardiner is a widow. She is ..." He hesitated, a mixture of irritation and embarrassment in his face. "She is a few years older than I. It is of no consequence."
If a young woman fled her betrothal it was a purely private matter. If there was no crime involved, and no reason to suppose illness, then whether she returned or not was her decision. Monk would not ordinarily have involved