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First Book Excerpt ...Findon retorted, his voice a combination of shock and anger. “It most certainly is not, sir!” A more human note crept into his voice. “I almost wish it was! Anyway, sir, my orders are to send a car for you right away. Sir John is at home and would like you to meet him there. Allowing for this perishing fog, the driver should be with you in about ten minutes.” Ella fidgeted about beside him. “Surely you’re not going out now!” she remonstrated. “Afraid I’ve got no option, luv. The Chief Constable himself wants me right away, so it must be something important. While I throw a few clothes on, will you be a dear and make me a strong black coffee? That blasted sleeping pill of yours is starting to work, and I need my wits about me.” * * * * Richard dressed in a thick sweater and denims— perhaps a subconscious desire to ram it home to the Chief Constable that he was still on official sick leave. But before he’d had time to take more than a few sips of the scalding coffee, the police car was at the door. The fog, he noticed with relief, was much less dense. The driver introduced himself, and they were off to Sir John Bury’s residence, which was about ten miles outside the town. “Any idea what this is about?” Richard asked. “We’ve had a murder tonight, sir. A Mrs. Laura Clayton—very nice lady indeed. We all knew and liked her. She did a lot of good in the town.” “And Sir John’s interest…?” “Well, sir, I’m sure he’d rather tell you about it himself. But he and the murdered lady had been friends for years. He’s pretty cut up about it, and he’ll be on our backs—if you’ll pardon me, sir—until this gets cleared up.” The road dipped into a hollow where the fog still lingered quite thickly. The driver concentrated on his careful maneuvering, and Richard relapsed into silence, fighting the sleepiness which was threatening to overcome him. Trust this to happen on one of the few occasions that he’d ever taken a sleeping tablet! Marjorie Grace Patricia Bridget Owen. Was born on September 11th 1911 in England and endured the bombardment of World War Two. She was born out-of-wedlock with an Irish Lord for a father and a Russian princess as her mother. Although her life before working is somewhat sketchy, her career, as a major London department store clothing buyer, was long and interesting. She found time to write many short stories and three novels ranging from romance to mystery. She passed away on March 28th 2004, after a very full life, at the age of Ninety Three. Check out this great review by Anne Edwards of Mystery Fiction Review by Anne Edwards Mystery Fiction www.mysteryfiction.net Title: Ladies of Class Author: Marjorie Grace Patricia Bridget Owen Publisher: Vintage Romance ISBN: 0-9783327-53 Genre: Mystery This is a tale that will appeal to the English detective mystery fan. A well-liked local woman is murdered and no one can understand why. She didn't have any enemies, did she? Detective Chief Inspector Richard Hayward, recently assigned to the district find himself charged with solving the case and much is expected of him due to his "reputation", something he sometimes regrets. As his investigation goes forth, he discovers this murder case is complicated by events from the past and present. How far back must he go? Talented author Marjorie Grace Patricia Bridget Owen offers an original plot with an interesting cast of characters you will enjoy meeting. Their private agendas may get in the road of the investigation, but they certainly add a flavor to the story which is a comfortable blend of mystery and romance as lived by very likable ordinary people. Recommended as a pleasant read for any mystery buff who doesn't like car chases or shoot 'em ups. I think Agatha C. would like this one. I did. Anne K. Edwards First Chapter - Ladies of Class http://startatbeginning.blogspot.com/2007/10/ladies-of-class.html https://www.amazon.com/author/bookread-mumswritngs Book Launch and Signing - David, Panama

First Book

Excerpt

...Findon retorted, his voice a combination of shock
and anger. “It most certainly is not, sir!”
A more human note crept into his voice. “I almost
wish it was! Anyway, sir, my orders are to send a car for
you right away. Sir John is at home and would like you to
meet him there. Allowing for this perishing fog, the driver
should be with you in about ten minutes.”
Ella fidgeted about beside him. “Surely you’re not
going out now!” she remonstrated.
“Afraid I’ve got no option, luv. The Chief Constable
himself wants me right away, so it must be something
important. While I throw a few clothes on, will you be a
dear and make me a strong black coffee? That blasted
sleeping pill of yours is starting to work, and I need my
wits about me.”

* * * *
Richard dressed in a thick sweater and denims—
perhaps a subconscious desire to ram it home to the Chief
Constable that he was still on official sick leave. But
before he’d had time to take more than a few sips of the
scalding coffee, the police car was at the door. The fog, he
noticed with relief, was much less dense. The driver
introduced himself, and they were off to Sir John Bury’s
residence, which was about ten miles outside the town.
“Any idea what this is about?” Richard asked.
“We’ve had a murder tonight, sir. A Mrs. Laura
Clayton—very nice lady indeed. We all knew and liked
her. She did a lot of good in the town.”
“And Sir John’s interest…?”
“Well, sir, I’m sure he’d rather tell you about it
himself. But he and the murdered lady had been friends
for years. He’s pretty cut up about it, and he’ll be on our
backs—if you’ll pardon me, sir—until this gets cleared
up.”
The road dipped into a hollow where the fog still
lingered quite thickly. The driver concentrated on his
careful maneuvering, and Richard relapsed into silence,
fighting the sleepiness which was threatening to
overcome him. Trust this to happen on one of the few

occasions that he’d ever taken a sleeping tablet!

Marjorie Grace Patricia Bridget Owen.

Was born on September 11th 1911 in England and endured the bombardment of World War Two. She was born out-of-wedlock with an Irish Lord for a father and a Russian princess as her mother. Although her life before working is somewhat sketchy, her career, as a major London department store clothing buyer, was long and interesting. She found time to write many short stories and three novels ranging from romance to mystery.
She passed away on March 28th 2004, after a very full life, at the age of Ninety Three.

Check out this great review by Anne Edwards of Mystery Fiction

Review by Anne Edwards Mystery Fiction www.mysteryfiction.net
Title: Ladies of Class
Author: Marjorie Grace Patricia Bridget Owen
Publisher: Vintage Romance
ISBN: 0-9783327-53
Genre: Mystery
This is a tale that will appeal to the English detective mystery fan. A well-liked local woman is murdered and no one can understand why. She didn't have any enemies, did she?
Detective Chief Inspector Richard Hayward, recently assigned to the district find himself charged with solving the case and much is expected of him due to his "reputation", something he sometimes regrets. As his investigation goes forth, he discovers this murder case is complicated by events from the past and present. How far back must he go?
Talented author Marjorie Grace Patricia Bridget Owen offers an original plot with an interesting cast of characters you will enjoy meeting. Their private agendas may get in the road of the investigation, but they certainly add a flavor to the story which is a comfortable blend of mystery and romance as lived by very likable ordinary people.
Recommended as a pleasant read for any mystery buff who doesn't like car chases or shoot 'em ups. I think Agatha C. would like this one. I did.
Anne K. Edwards

First Chapter - Ladies of Class

http://startatbeginning.blogspot.com/2007/10/ladies-of-class.html
https://www.amazon.com/author/bookread-mumswritngs

Book Launch and Signing - David, Panama

Here is a picture of mum taken sometime in the 1940's, probably post World War 11. Mum's Short Stories Published An Empty Sky https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/146094 A story of love and love lost extending back in time to World War 11. A picture discovered forms many images and memories that cause pain and joy to several people. One of them may have psychic inclinations towards the picture. ‘A picture is worth a thousand words.’ Yet another of Mum's Short Stories Published Check out the latest story: Happily Ever After at https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/206253

Here is a picture of mum taken sometime in the 1940's, probably post World War 11.

Mum's Short Stories Published

An Empty Sky

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/146094

A story of love and love lost extending back in time to World War 11. A picture discovered forms many images and memories that cause pain and joy to several people. One of them may have psychic inclinations towards the picture. ‘A picture is worth a thousand words.’

Yet another of Mum's Short Stories Published

Check out the latest story: Happily Ever After at

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/206253