She, with her needlessly sweet face and her near indestructible composure, somehow subdued the insurrection of velvet and lace, reducing it to merely another item in her gaudy wardrobe. Another woman might have been swallowed whole by such an outlandish concoction. By then he had become more or less inured to her taste in clothes. The next time he saw the dress had come four years and a lifetime later. He himself had been incredulous that he not only knew this woman but corresponded with her-and had been thoroughly relieved that she had not walked up to him, obliging him to acknowledge her. The first time Lord Ingram Ashburton had seen Holmes in this dress, someone next to him had dropped a teacup. Moreover, the brown part of the redingote had been made to resemble a pinecone, rendering the entire outfit a literal representation of a Christmas tree.
Her redingote was red on the top and brown on the bottom, open to reveal a seven-tiered white lace skirt underneath, each tier bearing appliqués of green spruce and golden candles. This farcical display would have drawn any visitor’s eye, were it not for Miss Charlotte Holmes, who stood next to the fir, clad with even less subtlety. The angel, his expression rapturous-eyes closed, lips apart, face raised heavenward-embraced a large, and surprised-looking goose. At the very pinnacle of the tree loomed a slightly tilted, plaid-clad angel. John Watson’s afternoon parlor, its scent green and resinous, its branches festooned with ornamental hot-air balloons and handmade horns of plenty. Charlotte finds herself in a case strewn with lies and secrets.A Norwegian fir occupied a corner of Mrs. Treadles of harboring deeper feelings for one of the men? To make matters worse, he refuses to speak on his own behalf, despite the overwhelming evidence against him. Had Inspector Treadles killed the men because they had opposed his wife?s initiatives at every turn? Had he killed in a fit of jealous rage, because he suspected Mrs. Inspector Treadles, Charlotte Holmes?s friend and collaborator, has been found locked in a room with two dead men, both of whom worked with his wife at the great manufacturing enterprise she has recently inherited. Charlotte Holmes, Lady Sherlock, investigates a puzzling new murder case that implicates Scotland Yard inspector Robert Treadles in the USA Today bestselling series set in Victorian England.
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