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INSPECTOR WITHERSPOON ALWAYS TRIUMPHS…
HOW DOES HE DO IT?

Even the Inspector himself doesn’t know—because his secret weapon is as ladylike as she is clever. She’s Mrs. Jeffries—the determined, delightful detective who stars in this unique Victorian mystery series! Be sure to read them all…

The Inspector and Mrs. Jeffries

A doctor is found dead in his own office—and Mrs. Jeffries must scour the premises to find the prescription for murder!

Mrs. Jeffries Dusts for Clues

One case is solved and another is opened when the Inspector finds a missing brooch—pinned to a dead woman’s gown. But Mrs. Jeffries never cleans a room without dusting under the bed—and never gives up on a case before every loose end is tightly tied…

The Ghost and Mrs. Jeffries

Death is unpredictable but the murder of Mrs. Hodges was foreseen at a spooky seance. The practical-minded housekeeper may not be able to see the future—but she can look into the past and put things in order to solve this haunting crime!

Mrs. Jeffries Takes Stock

A businessman has been murdered—and it could be because he cheated his stockholders. The housekeeper’s interest is piqued—and when it comes to catching killers, the smart money’s on Mrs. Jeffries!

Mrs. Jeffries On the Ball

A festive Jubilee celebration turns into a fatal affair—and Mrs. Jeffries must find the guilty party…

Mrs. Jeffries On the Trail

Why was Annie Shields out selling flowers so late on a foggy night? And more importantly, who killed her while she was doing it? It’s up to Mrs. Jeffries to sniff out the clues…

Mrs. Jeffries Plays the Cook

Mrs. Jeffries finds herself doing double duty: cooking for the Inspector’s household and trying to cook a killer’s goose…

Mrs. Jeffries and the Missing Alibi

When Inspector Witherspoon becomes the main suspect in a murder, Scotland Yard refuses to let him investigate. But no one said anything about Mrs. Jeffries…

Berkley Prime Crime titles by Emily Brightwell

THE INSPECTOR AND MRS. JEFFRIES

MRS. JEFFRIES DUSTS FOR CLUES

THE GHOST AND MRS. JEFFRIES

MRS. JEFFRIES TAKES STOCK

MRS. JEFFRIES ON THE BALL

MRS. JEFFRIES ON THE TRAIL

MRS. JEFFRIES PLAYS THE COOK

MRS. JEFFRIES AND THE MISSING ALIBI

MRS. JEFFRIES STANDS CORRECTED

MRS. JEFFRIES TAKES THE STAGE

MRS. JEFFRIES QUESTIONS THE ANSWER

MRS. JEFFRIES REVEALS HER ART

MRS. JEFFRIES TAKES THE CAKE

MRS. JEFFRIES ROCKS THE BOAT

MRS. JEFFRIES WEEDS THE PLOT

MRS. JEFFRIES PINCHES THE POST

MRS. JEFFRIES PLEADS HER CASE

MRS. JEFFRIES SWEEPS THE CHIMNEY

MRS. JEFFRIES STALKS THE HUNTER

MRS. JEFFRIES AND THE SILENT KNIGHT

MRS. JEFFRIES APPEALS THE VERDICT

MRS. JEFFRIES AND THE BEST LAID PLANS

MRS. JEFFRIES AND THE FEAST OF ST. STEPHEN

MRS. JEFFRIES HOLDS THE TRUMP

MRS. JEFFRIES IN THE NICK OF TIME

MRS. JEFFRIES AND THE YULETIDE WEDDINGS

MRS. JEFFRIES SPEAKS HER MIND

MRS. JEFFRIES FORGES AHEAD

MRS. JEFFRIES AND THE MISTLETOE MIX-UP

MRS. JEFFRIES DEFENDS HER OWN

Anthologies

MRS. JEFFRIES LEARNS THE TRADE

MRS. JEFFRIES TAKES A SECOND LOOK

MRS. JEFFRIES
STANDS CORRECTED

EMILY BRIGHTWELL

BERKLEY PRIME CRIME, NEW YORK

MRS. JEFFRIES STANDS CORRECTED

A Berkley Prime Crime Book / published by arrangement with the author

PRINTING HISTORY

Berkley Prime Crime edition / December 1996

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Copyright © 1996 by The Berkley Publishing Group.

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eBook ISBN: 978-1-101-64490-4

Berkley Prime Crime Books are published by The Berkley Publishing Group,

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The name BERKLEY PRIME CRIME and the BERKLEY PRIME CRIME design are trademarks belonging to Berkley Publishing Corporation.

To Matthew James Arguile
My own special gift from God

Table of Contents

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 1

“So you can see, gentlemen,” Haydon Dapeers said to the two men standing on the other side of the polished mahogany bar, “I’ve done myself proud. The Gilded Lily Pub is a showplace. Take a look at the etched-glass windows.” He gestured toward the front of the pub. “You won’t see the likes of those very often. I hired an artist, mind you, not some glass cutter, to do that work. And what about the partitions—solid wood, they are. Cost me almost as much as those fancy brass gas lamps and fittings. Not that I’m complaining about the expense; you’ve got to spend money to make money. That’s what I always say. And I say it’s money well spent. I’ll have customers fighting to get in here.”

Edward Magil glanced at his companion, Luther Pump. “The pub certainly is beautiful, Mr. Dapeers,” Magil agreed, “but we didn’t come to inspect your premises. That’s hardly our concern. We came to speak with you
about that other matter. The one you wrote us about today.”

“A matter of some importance,” Luther Pump added. He glanced around the rapidly filling public bar. Dapeers might be a bit of a braggart, but the man did have a point. The pub was beautiful. The lingering rays of the June sunshine sparkled through the large windowpanes at the front. Huge lilies, etched within fantastical curved lines, cast intricate patterns against the dark oak floor. Brass lamplights, their bases shaped like lily stems, decorated the richly papered walls. Potted ferns had been placed strategically around the room and the partitions between the public and saloon bars were dark wood panels polished to a high gloss.

“You’ve picked a bad day, gentlemen.” Haydon pursed his thin lips. “I don’t really have time to talk with you now. People are starting to come in. It’s my birthday and our opening night. I do wish you’d come around earlier this afternoon. I could have spared a few moments for you then.”

“A few moments?” Pump raised one dark eyebrow and picked a piece of lint off the cuff of his immaculate black suit. “Mr. Dapeers, may I remind you that you wrote to us.”

“Of course I did,” Haydon agreed apologetically. “But I didn’t expect you to come so quickly.”

“Of course we came straightaway,” Magil said. “You’ve made a very serious charge.”

“I’ll grant that the matter is important.” Haydon gave the ever-increasing crowd a worried frown. “But can’t it wait until tomorrow?”

Magil’s lips pursed in disapproval. “Mr. Dapeers, we’re very busy.…”

“The bottom tap is stuck, Mr. Dapeers,” Molly, the barmaid, yelled from the far end of the bar. “I can’t serve beer
if this ruddy things goin’ to be actin’ up all evening.”

Haydon Dapeers rolled his eyes. “Just a minute, Molly.”

Luther Pump sighed and looked at his companion. “It’s no use, Edward. We might as well make an appointment for Mr. Dapeers to come see us tomorrow. One more day isn’t going to hurt.” He turned back to the publican. “We’ll expect you in our offices first thing tomorrow morning. This is a very serious charge you’ve made. Very serious indeed.”

“I appreciate your understanding,” Haydon said pompously. “Molly,” he called, “get these gentlemen some beer. It’s on the house.” He nodded to the two men and started toward the other end of the bar, determined to get that stubborn tap to work properly. But his attention was caught by the couple coming in the front door. It was his brother, Tom, and his wife, Joanne.

Haydon smiled maliciously as he watched them take their first look at the Gilded Lily Pub. People always said that Tom Dapeers was a younger version of himself, not that Haydon could see the resemblance. All he saw was a thin little fellow with a long, bony face, mousy-brown hair and pale hazel eyes. Joanne, on the other hand, was a handsome woman. Black-haired, blue-eyed and with an hourglass figure that could turn heads…until she opened her mouth. She had the tongue of a shrew, the carriage of a queen and more clothes than the Princess of Wales. Haydon sneered slightly as he took in her attire. The cow was tarted up like she was visiting the palace! Her dark red silk dress was festooned with lace at the throat and wrists, the double skirt was layered in rosettes and she even carried a matching muff and parasol. Ye gods, Haydon thought, it would be a cold day in hell before he’d ever let Moira make a spectacle of herself like that. But tonight he didn’t have to bother with insulting his sister-in-law’s clothes. All he had
to do was stand back and watch her turn green with envy.

“Come in, come in,” Haydon called, waving to the newcomers. “I wondered if you two would come and get a gander at the competition.” He’d known good and well that wild horses couldn’t have kept his sister-in-law away.

“Of course we came, Haydon,” Tom Dapeers replied.

Joanne’s lips curled slightly. “A bit too much brass for my taste,” she said, turning in a slow circle to take in every detail of the room. “But I suppose there’s some that will like it. Nice. But it doesn’t hold a candle to any of our pubs.”

Haydon Dapeers came out from behind the bar and walked over to them, leaving Magil and Pump to enjoy their drink. “I think there’s going to be lots that like it, little brother,” he said, totally ignoring his sister-in-law. “And what’s more, I think they’ll like it enough to leave the two of you wondering where all your trade’s gone. You won’t have to look far, now, will you?”

“Mr. Dapeers,” Mick, the barman, called, “the other tap’s stuck now. Can you come and give us a hand?”

“In a minute, Mick, in a minute.”

“Having trouble, Haydon?” Joanne Dapeers asked. She smiled spitefully.

“Not a bit, just a couple of sticky taps. I’ll get them fixed straightaway.” Haydon nodded toward the two men in suits at the bar. “Place is filling up nicely; even have a couple of guests from Bestal’s Brewery.”

“Expect they’re wantin’ to see if you’re wasting their money or not,” Joanne replied shortly. “Come on, Tom, let’s get a beer before the crowd gets too thick.” She tugged her husband’s arm and they wandered to the bar.

The Gilded Lily continued to fill up. Within half an hour Haydon’s wife, Moira, his other sister-in-law Sarah Hewett and numerous other friends and acquaintances had come
by. Haydon was kept busy darting from one group to another, refilling glasses and seeing to his guests’ comfort.

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