Aunt Dimity and the Heart of Gold Hardcover by Nancy Atherton – June 18, 2019
English | 2019 | Mystery/Thriller | ePUB | 696 Kb
Aunt Dimity : It’s almost Christmas in the small English village of Finch—and everyone is sick. Though many of the villagers regretfully decline their invitations to Emma Harris’s annual Christmas bash, Lori Shepherd has no intention of missing it. When the winter weather takes a turn for the worse, it’s agreed that none of the guests will leave until morning. There’s general merriment as the Christmas party becomes a pajama party—until a car appears in the winding driveway and promptly slides off the slick pavement and into a ditch.
Matilda “Tilly” Trout—a lost and scatterbrained, middle-aged woman—is mercifully unhurt and invited to stay the night. While she catches her breath, Emma asks her other guests if they would like a tour of the Manor—including an odd room that puzzles her. Several guests put forth guesses as to its purpose, but it’s Tilly who correctly identifies the room as a chapel. Placing a palm on one of the ornately-carved panels, Tilly finds a hidden compartment concealing a pile of glittering treasure—including an exquisitely decorated heart made of solid gold. Where did it come from, and why does it look so different from everything else in the chapel? Why didn’t Emma even know about this hidden compartment in her own home until now—and how did Tilly?With Aunt Dimity’s otherworldly help and Tilly’s bewildering store of knowledge, Lori and friends set out to unravel the mystery behind the heart of gold. And, against all odds—and Christmas finally comes to Finch!
“Don’t know,” he replied, “but I expect she’ll tell us, now that you’re here. Get thee to the dining room!”
He left for the kitchen and we obeyed his command.
The dining room had been expanded in Victorian times, and it retained its spacious proportions. Since Emma and Derek preferred clean lines to curlicues, however, they hadn’t furnished the room in a fussy Victorian style. A few framed fruit-and-flower still lifes hung on the plain, pale walls, and the sole ornament on the mahogany sideboard was an old riding helmet. When set for the pre-Christmas feast, however, the immense mahogany table looked like an illustration from a Dickens novel.
The white damask tablecloth seemed to stretch for miles beneath gold-accented place settings that glittered in the light from a chandelier dripping with crystals. An Edwardian epergne overflowing with lacy ferns and red carnations took pride of place as the centerpiece, flanked by small silver vases filled with simple holly sprigs. Handwritten name cards in silver holders sat beside each place setting, a civilized solution to the scrum that would ensue if hungry guests were left to their own devices.”