By Parnell Hall
The Chicago Sun-Times crowns Parnell Hall's Puzzle woman mysteries "a pleasure for fanatics of either crosswords and frothy crime detection...Cora Felton is a adorable and distinct sleuth." Now the crime-solving powers of the inimitable Cora and her smart niece, Sherry Carter, are placed to the final word attempt as they sq. off opposed to a xmas killer who hides in the white-and-black shadows of an acrostic....
A Puzzle In A Pear Tree
'Tis the season to be jolly, yet Cora Felton, shanghaied into "The Twelve Days of Christmas" as a such a lot reluctant maid-a-milking, has each correct to believe like a grinch. while anyone steals the partridge from the pear tree and replaces it with a cryptic puzzle she has no desire of fixing, it's virtually greater than the Puzzle woman can undergo. yet then boastful crossword author Harvey Beerbaum solves the acrostic, and it seems to be a poem promising the demise of an actress. this is often extra love it! may the possibility be aimed toward Cora and her thespian debut? Or at Sherry, one of many ladies-dancing? Or at Sherry's nemesis, the pageant's predatory lead, Becky Baldwin?
Cora and Sherry slightly have time for a secret, what with trimming Christmas bushes and purchasing Christmas provides, yet rehearsals cross on, below police protection--until a killer moves in other places in a such a lot unforeseen manner.Ordinarily Cora Felton will be extremely joyful to have murders to unravel. yet this time she unearths herself vying with a traveling Scotland backyard inspector who looks to have an all-too-personal stake in fixing the crimes. Cora does too while her personal niece turns into a first-rate suspect and the assassin moves back.
Is anyone attempting to close down the Christmas festival? Cora will be in basic terms too satisfied if that have been the case, yet she fears the secrets and techniques lie deeper. Now she is interviewing witnesses, breaking into hotel rooms, discovering proof, planting proof, and having a merry outdated time. actually, she will be completely happy--if this wasn't becoming a Christmas to die for!
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