The residents of Llanelen are brimming with excitement as a popular antiques show is coming to their Welsh town. People are flocking from miles around, hoping their treasures turn out to be worth a fortune. On the day of filming, quiet local sheep farmer Haydn Williams brings a generations-old long-case clock for evaluation, while the woman he's always admired from afar, Catrin Bellis, turns up with a cherished handmade quilt. But by the end of the day, Catrin turns up dead, her quilt missing. Who could have wanted this shy, quiet woman dead? Delving into Catrin's past, spa owner and amateur sleuth Penny Brannigan realizes that a mysterious document hidden in Haydn's clock could hold the key to a long-forgotten secret and a present-day murder.
Release date:
April 12, 2016
Publisher:
St. Martin's Publishing Group
Print pages:
304
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“What’s everyone looking at?” asked Evelyn Lloyd as she and her friend Florence Semble picked their way across the cobblestones of the Llanelen town square. They joined the small crowd gathered in front of the newsagent’s and as a blonde woman in a bright green spring cloth coat backed away, Mrs. Lloyd was able to get close enough to read the poster in the window.
“Oh, my word,” she said, turning to Florence. “Antiques Cymru is coming to town. It says they’ll be doing appraisals and filming the television show right here in Llanelen! Saturday, May ninth. It’s to be held up at Ty Brith Hall. How exciting! Now, let me think. There must be something of value in all those old things Arthur’s auntie left us.” She touched Florence lightly on the arm. “Her set of best china! That’s got to be worth a bob or two! Twelve of everything, including what she called fruit nappies. Fruit nappies! Nowadays, nobody would call those little bowls nappies, that’s for sure. And who’d have twelve people for dinner these days? Or in her day, for that matter. I doubt she even knew twelve people, and she’s the one who owned the china.”
“Well, it’s not until May, so you’ve got a couple of months to think about it,” Florence replied. “We’ll have a good poke round the attic and you might find something better between now and then that would be worth bringing in for an evaluation.” She reached into her handbag for a pen and the little notebook in which she kept a running to-do list. “Put Antiques Cymru in diary and order tickets,” she scribbled.
A smaller, regional version of a national television program, Antiques Cymru travelled exclusively throughout Wales, filming in towns and villages where local experts evaluated fine art, stamps, coins, books, jewellery, textiles, ceramics, collections of memorabilia, and amusing oddments, decorative or useful, that defied any category.
The two women continued on their way and had almost reached the Llanelen Spa when Penny Brannigan, one of its co-owners, approached them from the other direction.
“Oh, Penny,” said Mrs. Lloyd, with just the slightest hint of annoying smugness. “You’ll never guess. Antiques Cymru is coming to town. Florence and I are heading home this very minute to see what we can dig out that might be of value. You see those people turn up with what they thought was an old bit of tat and it turns out to be worth a fortune. Maybe that’ll be me!”
“Maybe it will,” agreed Penny. “So the signs are up, then. Good.”
“Yes, we saw the sign in the newsagent’s window just now,” said Mrs. Lloyd, her eyebrows arching in puzzlement. “Wait a minute. How did you know about the signs?”
“Because I asked for them to be put there,” replied Penny. “Emyr asked me if I’d help out with the event, and I said I would. Someone gave him the wrong information in a telephone message and at first we thought it was the big national antiques program, but it’s Antiques Cymru, with its focus on local items of interest.”
“Well, you might have told me,” grumbled Mrs. Lloyd. “I shouldn’t have to find out about an important event like this from a sign in a shop window when the organizer is known to me personally.”
“Sorry, Mrs. Lloyd. I’m not really the organizer, though. The television production company takes care of everything. It’s their show.” She exchanged a quick smile with Florence and prepared to move on. “Well, mustn’t keep you.” She held up a brown envelope. “My turn to do the bank run.”
A few minutes later she pushed open the door of the bank and joined the short queue. The man just ahead of her had turned around when the door opened and raised a hand at Penny in a small, friendly gesture. He was Haydn Williams, a hill farmer, known throughout the area for his prize-winning sheep and beautiful singing voice. In his mid-forties, he was tall, with refined features that included friendly eyes that gave him a quiet, sensitive look. He lived alone just outside town, on a narrow country road, in the same grey stone farmhouse with a grey slate roof where his parents, grandparents, great-grandparents, and several generations before that had raised their families and tended countless flocks of prize-winning sheep.
“Good to see you, Penny. How are you? Recovered from the St. David’s Day concert?”
“Just about, thanks, Haydn. What’s new with you?”
“Oh, not much. It’s always busy on the farm this time of year, with lambing season approaching. You should come up and see them this year. You could bring your sketchbook.”
“I’d love to! If there’s anything cuter than a lamb, I don’t know what that is. Oh, and by the way, Antiques Cymru is coming to town in May. I’m helping out with the event and I especially wanted you to know about it as you’ve got so many wonderful traditional Welsh pieces up at the farm. Please consider having one or two of them evaluated. The organizers are hoping to see some lovely furniture and I know you’ve got some.”
“I guess all that lot would be considered antiques now. I never take any notice of them. It’s just the furniture I grew up with. The Welsh dresser’s been in the kitchen longer than even my grandfather could remember.”
As she handed him a flyer promoting the show, the door opened and the woman in the bright green coat who had been looking at the sign in the newsagent’s window a few minutes earlier entered. Penny and Haydn smiled a greeting at her, and then resumed their conversation as the woman took her place in the queue behind Penny.
“Now Haydn, if you’ve got a large piece of furniture you’d like appraised, such as that Welsh dresser, you contact the show ahead of time and they’ll inspect the piece at your home. Then, if they want it on the show, they’ll make arrangements to transport it safely up to the Hall.”
Haydn’s eyes flickered past Penny and appraised the woman in the green coat and then returned to meet Penny’s amused gaze.
“That sounds good,” he said as the woman in the green coat leaned slightly around Penny and pointed at the flyer in Haydn’s hand.
“I’ve just seen the poster in the newsagent’s window,” said Catrin Bellis. “I’m sure everybody’s wondering what unknown treasure they’ve got hidden away in their attic just waiting to be discovered.”
At that moment the customer being served wrapped up his business and with a nod to both women and one last appreciative glance at Catrin, Haydn stepped up to the wicket. Penny and Catrin shuffled forward.
Catrin Bellis was about the same age as Haydn. Her platinum blonde hair was styled in a pixie cut and she wore soft makeup, expertly applied, that gave her a healthy, natural look. She smiled at Penny, revealing a row of even, white teeth. Penny’s eyes moved down to look at her hands, but they were covered in black leather gloves. Something of a late bloomer, Catrin had only recently started coming to the Llanelen Spa. Until a few months ago, her hair had been a mousy brown of uneven length flecked with grey, her eyebrows unshaped, and her hands and fingernails rough and uncared for. And following her makeover at the hands of the Llanelen Spa’s experts in hair and skin care, came the welcome and novel discovery that men found her attractive. Even Haydn Williams, whom she’d known all her life and who hadn’t paid the slightest bit of attention to her since they were children, was starting to sit up and take notice. And she liked the way that made her feel.
“We’re hoping for a good turn out to the Antiques event,” Penny said. “Do you think there’s something in your home you could bring along to show the appraisers?”
“Oh, I’m sure there is,” replied Catrin. “And I don’t think you need to worry about people turning up. This will be one of the biggest events in Llanelen in a very long time. Possibly bigger even than the last visit by the Prince of Wales, and that’s saying something. Everyone in town has probably heard about the show by now. You know what this place is like.”
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