The Corpse in Oozak's Pond (Peter Shandy Mysteries)
From the incomparable Charlotte MacLeod, award-winning author of Rest You Merry and The Plain Old Man, comes the newest Peter Shandy mystery in which the good professor goes digging into the past to discover the bizarre circumstances surrounding a 100-year-old corpse.
“The one about the corpse in Oozak’s Pond, for instance.” “All right, Peter, you’ve made your point.” Persephone Buggins would surely have heard about Augustus’s watery doom and passed it on to Grace if nobody else did. Being a collateral connection of Corydon’s, Trevelyan would no doubt have held on to a copy of his poems. Scions of old families who’ve hit the skids do like to flaunt their illustrious ancestors, and Corydon Buggins had evidently cut as grand a figure on the Balaclava County
while they were still alive. Or maybe she was expecting a gentleman caller. As Shandy pulled away from the house, he noticed another car turning into Second Fork. Just for the hell of it, he pulled up on the verge once he’d got safely out on the county road, cut his engine, and got his field glasses out of the glove compartment. It was all swamp maples and alder along here, so he had a clear view through the leafless branches. Sure enough, the other car was backing up and pulling into the
with you, by the way?” “Well, not exactly with me, no. I didn’t think the minister would want me to bring it into the church. But it’s in the trunk of the press car. You don’t mean you want me to take a picture of Dr. Porble in the lockup, after all?” “I do not, and I shouldn’t advise you to get any second thoughts on the matter yourself, unless you plan on involving the Fane and Pennon in a lawsuit. I merely want to know if the camera will be ready to hand when and if it’s needed.” “Oh. Sure
the finest herd of Guernseys in the county, Peter was not about to dispute anything she told him about antiques. Not that he’d have doubted Helen’s word in any case; she was a librarian, and librarians were never wrong. He wished she weren’t going off without him, but he understood why she felt she ought to. Furthermore, it was probably better for her to get away from here till he could get a handle on what in tunket was happening to Praxiteles Lumpkin’s weather vanes. Mrs. Shandy’s
last-minute nagging to get out of her system.” His true objective was to stock up on a few extra conjugal embraces to tide him over through the week, but Helen was encumbered by the phone. “I shan’t be here, but my husband will,” she was saying. “He’ll make sure Cronkite gets the message just as soon as he wakes up. No, no trouble at all. Please don’t hesitate to call us anytime. You’d better try to get some rest and keep your spirits up. Give our best to Mrs. Lomax and tell her she mustn’t