Death Comes to Dartmoor by Vivian Conroy (A Merriweather and Royston Mystery #2)
English | 2019 | Mystery/Thriller | ePUB | 1.5 Mb
Death Comes : The mist-shrouded moors of Devon proffer a trove of delights for two vacationing zoologists–but also conceal a hoard of dark secrets reaching down to the fathomless depths of the ocean.
Miss Merula Merriweather barely saved her uncle from the gallows after he was wrongly accused of murder–and now, she’s left the bustle of Victorian London to recuperate in the fresh air of Dartmoor with her fellow zoologist, Lord Raven Royston. The trip offers a unique treat, as they’ll be staying with a friend of Raven’s, who owns a collection of rare zoological specimens–including a kraken, a sea monster of myth and legend.
But all is not right in the land of tors, heaths, and mist. Their host’s maid has vanished without a trace, and the townspeople hold him responsible, claiming that his specimens are alive and roam the moors at night, bringing death to anyone who crosses their path. Merula and Raven are skeptical–but the accusations become more ominous when they find several specimen jars empty.
As the two hunt for clues across a desolate and beautiful landscape, a stranger appears bearing a shadowy secret from Merula’s past. Could there be a connection between her family history, the missing girl, and a fearsome monster that could be on the loose? The race is on to find the truth.
“The only thing I’ve observed about it so far,” Raven continued, “is that it is taking far too long.”
Bowsprit cleared his throat. He was seated beside his master and displaying, as usual, an odd combination of impeccable manners and a total freedom that betrayed he had not been born into service or trained to obey orders and fade into the background. In his quiet but emphatic tone he declared, “A few decades ago it would have taken much longer, as the railway didn’t reach Paignton yet, my lord. I heard there are plans to create more routes, also inland. All the villages are vying to be along a route and have their own station. The railway brings the tourists and the money they might spend here during their stay.”
“Don’t people object to the arrival of the railway?” Merula frowned. “A lady in my aunt’s acquaintance is certain that railway travel leads to moral decay and even causes illnesses. She claims the human body wasn’t created to move at the speed a steam engine can reach.”
Bowsprit nodded with a serious expression. “The illustrated news magazines bring the most lurid stories of fights breaking out among passengers and decent ladies being attacked by men who are driven to insanity by the train’s movement.”