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Lady Prowche has trouble putting together a guest list that will ensure her house party is argument-free.
Crefton Lockyer begins to suspect that all is not right in the seemingly peaceful villiage of Mowsle Barton. One word: Witches!
A witty dinner conversation in which Clovis decides it is time his mother thought about getting married.
The day before the big race and those gathered for Lady Susan's house-party are keen that their money be on the right horse.
Mrs Mebberly takes on a little more than expected when she arranges to take the angelic looking young 'Adrian' on holiday.
Clovis discusses a match for Wriatislav - the black sheep of a rather greyish family.
The residents of the Villa Elsinore lose a baby. Then they find a baby. Then they find another baby.
Arlington Stringham makes a joke in the Houses of Parliament - but fails to consider the consequences.
A game of Scrabble has serious consequences.
“Go to Goldman’s Greenhouses. Joseph … will start you … at a buck sixty an hour.” His lungs empty of smoke, “Go talk to him. He’s your uncle. He’ll hire you.
A semi-barbaric king devises a semi-barabaric (but entirely fair) method of criminal trial involving two doors, a beautiful lady and a very hungry tiger.
My mum is the undisputed tea-drinking heavyweight champion of the world… or at least the whole of South Lexington Avenue.
Shepherd's family made money by being outlaws. Well, outlaws in the governments' eyes.
"Damn thing," old Ernie muttered, glancing up from his laptop. He reached out to shut off the annoying noise but noticed the call was from his area. This was unusual.
The cozy brick bungalow stood on a short lane of similarly modest houses with a small, mostly overgrown park at the far end and an intersection leading to Darlington High Street.
"It's at the ranch, on the other side of the farm, in those mountains. All we need to do is catch it. Can you imagine how much we can sell it for?
The spark of his life was fading, but his mind was still sharp, and his memories cocooned him.
Dessie O'Connell was 6 feet 3, thick of bone, and naturally muscular. Unlike almost all of the actors with whom he'd first competed for parts, he hardly needed to work out in order to resemble a Hellenic god.
