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Three Debts Paid: A Daniel Pitt Novel
A killer is on the loose, targeting victims with a mysterious connection that young barrister Daniel Pitt must deduce before more bodies pile up, in this intricately woven mystery from New York Times bestselling author Anne Perry.
A serial killer is roaming the streets of London, and Daniel Pitt's university chum Ian, now a member of the police, is leading the search. The murders happen on rainy nights, but Ian knows the victims must have something in common beyond the weather. He turns to Miriam fford Croft, Daniel's good friend and now officially one of the first female pathologists in London, to tap her scientific know-how to find details he and Daniel have missed.
With Miriam involved in the murder investigation, Ian passes Daniel the case of Nicholas Wolford, their former university professor. Charged with assault after reacting violently to an accusation of plagiarism, Wolford, a proud, boastful man, is loath to admit he was in the wrong. But Daniel must defend him-whether he likes him or not.
As the murders continue with no clue as to who is committing them, Miriam, Daniel, and Ian find themselves questioning everything. Is the "Rainy-day Slasher," as the newspapers have dubbed the killer, really just one person? Or have the investigators stumbled into a more complicated web of deceit? The answer may lie closer than anyone could have expected.
A serial killer is roaming the streets of London, and Daniel Pitt's university chum Ian, now a member of the police, is leading the search. The murders happen on rainy nights, but Ian knows the victims must have something in common beyond the weather. He turns to Miriam fford Croft, Daniel's good friend and now officially one of the first female pathologists in London, to tap her scientific know-how to find details he and Daniel have missed.
With Miriam involved in the murder investigation, Ian passes Daniel the case of Nicholas Wolford, their former university professor. Charged with assault after reacting violently to an accusation of plagiarism, Wolford, a proud, boastful man, is loath to admit he was in the wrong. But Daniel must defend him-whether he likes him or not.
As the murders continue with no clue as to who is committing them, Miriam, Daniel, and Ian find themselves questioning everything. Is the "Rainy-day Slasher," as the newspapers have dubbed the killer, really just one person? Or have the investigators stumbled into a more complicated web of deceit? The answer may lie closer than anyone could have expected.
Editorial Reviews
Praise for Death with a Double Edge
"Timely . . . and engaging . . . another terrific mystery."-Bookreporter
"[A] veritable page-turner . . . Perry is a skilled craftsperson, and she delivers an exciting and satisfying resolution."-Historical Novel Society
"Brava Anne Perry-long may we continue to follow the exploits of the Pitt family."-Criminal Element
Praise for One Fatal Flaw
"One Fatal Flaw is at once a courtroom thriller, a psychological-suspense tale, and a novel of manners (with Perry being especially sharp on class distinctions)."-The Wall Street Journal
"Reliable Edwardian legal suspense, liberally flavored with contemporary feminism, from an old pro."-Kirkus Reviews
"One Fatal Flaw is like a set of Russian dolls. . . . Anne Perry is a masterful writer and this series just gets better and better."-Criminal Element
"Characters are rich and multi-faceted, and their development skillfully merges details from the past with hints of the future. Young women, in particular, are fleshed out in unexpected-of-the-times ways. . . . One Fatal Flaw . . . captivates with both major and minor characters that readers will look forward to following."-Historical Novel Society
Praise for Triple Jeopardy
"Readers may find themselves smitten with Daniel and with the dauntless Miriam fford Croft. . . . [Perry is] primarily identified for her authentic period sets and well-rendered characters. . . . This book is an excellent example of her craft."-
"Timely . . . and engaging . . . another terrific mystery."-Bookreporter
"[A] veritable page-turner . . . Perry is a skilled craftsperson, and she delivers an exciting and satisfying resolution."-Historical Novel Society
"Brava Anne Perry-long may we continue to follow the exploits of the Pitt family."-Criminal Element
Praise for One Fatal Flaw
"One Fatal Flaw is at once a courtroom thriller, a psychological-suspense tale, and a novel of manners (with Perry being especially sharp on class distinctions)."-The Wall Street Journal
"Reliable Edwardian legal suspense, liberally flavored with contemporary feminism, from an old pro."-Kirkus Reviews
"One Fatal Flaw is like a set of Russian dolls. . . . Anne Perry is a masterful writer and this series just gets better and better."-Criminal Element
"Characters are rich and multi-faceted, and their development skillfully merges details from the past with hints of the future. Young women, in particular, are fleshed out in unexpected-of-the-times ways. . . . One Fatal Flaw . . . captivates with both major and minor characters that readers will look forward to following."-Historical Novel Society
Praise for Triple Jeopardy
"Readers may find themselves smitten with Daniel and with the dauntless Miriam fford Croft. . . . [Perry is] primarily identified for her authentic period sets and well-rendered characters. . . . This book is an excellent example of her craft."-
Readers Top Reviews
Sandra Blum-MoulaiCA
Ein weiterer phantastischer Roman von Anne Perry
rryan
another top drawer entry in the daniel pitt series. perry at her best.
martonjohn01793
Like these stories since I discovered Anne Perry
eyes.2c
Twitchy, very twitchy! Thrust and counter thrust deaths, with three victims! What do the deaths have in common? Daniel Pitt’s friend Ian Frobisher is investing the “Rainy-day Slasher” murders. (I do like Frobisher) Miriam fford Croft is the pathologist, Daniel is working on a completey different case. One sent to him via Frobisher. Wheels within wheels. So many question marks, and yet small somethings tinkle, and strike a slight discordant note, in the back of the mind as I read on. We start to see the events of the story from three sides. The plot lines are mostly seperate and any convergence is doubtful. Daniel, Miriam and Frobisher present aspects of the cases they are working on. Daniel is defending the actions of a Cambridge professor brought to trial over assault, connected to a grievance of plagiarism. Nicholas Wolford is gifted historian and orator whom Daniel admires. Daniel attended Wolford’s classes whilst in Cambridge and his insights and vigorous debate instilled in Daniel a love for history. Miriam and Frobisher are concerned with the Slasher’s victims, searching for anything that could connect them. The tension builds and the climax is both expected and in retrospect—not! Miriam and Daniel’s relationship dances between polite, respectful interactions and vague unsaid depths. To my mind the years between them, Miriam is fifteen years older than Daniel, should not be an impediment, but alas there is so much more involved here. A gripping Edwardian mystery! A Random House - Ballantine ARC via NetGalley (Opinions expressed in this review are completely my own.)
Short Excerpt Teaser
Chapter One
"Come in."
Daniel answered the swift, light tap on his office door. He knew it was Impney, the chief clerk at the fford Croft and Gibson chambers. Daniel had been here for three years now, and it was all familiar.
Impney came in and closed the door behind him. He was a middle-aged man with immaculate appearance and manners. "There is a gentleman to see you, Mr. Pitt. His name is Professor Nicholas Wolford. I believe modern European history is his subject. He says he knew you at Cambridge, sir?" There was doubt in his voice.
Daniel had studied law, or else he would not have been here, in this excellent position. The firm of fford Croft and Gibson did not employ anyone without both a first-class degree from a reputable university and a personal recommendation.
Daniel did not have to think for more than a moment or two: he remembered Wolford clearly. The man was striking in appearance, moody in nature, a fine scholar, and beyond that, a brilliant teacher. For Daniel, he had made history seem more alive and urgent, more compelling, than any current affairs. Modern history was considered to have begun about the year 1500, and Wolford was interested in all of it, but he was especially passionate about the French Revolution. The 1789 one, before the uprisings all over Europe-with the exception of Britain-fifty years later. In the France of 1848, it was a revolution born and then crushed.
Impney was waiting patiently.
"Yes, yes, I remember him," Daniel answered. "What does he want?"
"He has a case that I believe he wishes you to take, sir. A matter arising from an instance of . . . plagiarism." He said the word as if it were the name of some obscene minor disease.
"Someone has plagiarized his work?" Daniel was not surprised. Wolford's style was unique and, in its own way, brilliant.
"No, sir. I believe the matter is somewhat more complicated than that," Impney answered. "It concerns a new book he has written. Something to do with the French Revolution. He wishes you to represent him. But I believe there is more."
"Really?" Daniel was startled. "What do you mean by more?"
Impney's face was impassive. "I am not certain, sir, but Professor Wolford is very clear that he wishes you on the case. He says an old friend recommended you, an Inspector Ian Frobisher, whom he says you know."
Daniel was surprised. He had not thought of Ian for so long. They had been to the same prep school together and then both gone up to Cambridge, Daniel to study law and Ian to read modern history. After graduation, their paths had gone in different ways. As for Wolford, he remembered the man only from the single year he had taken modern history. "Well, you had better send him in, if you please?" he requested.
"Yes, sir." Impney withdrew.
A few moments later, Nicholas Wolford strode through the door and closed it behind him. He was exactly as Daniel remembered, but then it had been only five years since Daniel had last seen him. Wolford still had his magnificent mane of black hair, now touched with silver at the temples and forming a bright streak at the front. He retained those strong features: a wide mouth and dark brown eyes, almost black. He was of average height, but he appeared taller.
Daniel rose to his feet, more from habit than courtesy. He held out his hand. "How are you, sir?"
"I'm well," Wolford replied, "but angry." He spoke with the same strong, precise voice he had used in his lectures as he related fascinating and terrifying stories to the roomful of students-true stories that made the days of yesterday seem far more alive than today. Daniel knew that many of Wolford's students found his lectures life-changing, opening up their eyes to the past. Wolford had a devoted following among his ex-students, many of whom stayed in touch for years after they left Cambridge.
Daniel indicated the chair on the other side of the desk. "Please, sit down and tell me the salient points. Details can come later."
"The salient point is that the man accused me of having copied his work," Wolford said between gritted teeth. "But the actual charge I am facing is one of assault," he added, before sitting down and leaning his elbows on the desk.
His manner irritated Daniel. It was too close, too familiar, but he could see the rage building inside Wolford. He remembered the man more and more clearly as the moments slipped by, and he believed in his sincerity.
Wolford's arrogance had always been as clear as his passion for the drama of the past. Daniel could not imagine him borrowing words from anyone else, much less stealing by imitation. He listened intently, memories flooding back of the classroom, the...
"Come in."
Daniel answered the swift, light tap on his office door. He knew it was Impney, the chief clerk at the fford Croft and Gibson chambers. Daniel had been here for three years now, and it was all familiar.
Impney came in and closed the door behind him. He was a middle-aged man with immaculate appearance and manners. "There is a gentleman to see you, Mr. Pitt. His name is Professor Nicholas Wolford. I believe modern European history is his subject. He says he knew you at Cambridge, sir?" There was doubt in his voice.
Daniel had studied law, or else he would not have been here, in this excellent position. The firm of fford Croft and Gibson did not employ anyone without both a first-class degree from a reputable university and a personal recommendation.
Daniel did not have to think for more than a moment or two: he remembered Wolford clearly. The man was striking in appearance, moody in nature, a fine scholar, and beyond that, a brilliant teacher. For Daniel, he had made history seem more alive and urgent, more compelling, than any current affairs. Modern history was considered to have begun about the year 1500, and Wolford was interested in all of it, but he was especially passionate about the French Revolution. The 1789 one, before the uprisings all over Europe-with the exception of Britain-fifty years later. In the France of 1848, it was a revolution born and then crushed.
Impney was waiting patiently.
"Yes, yes, I remember him," Daniel answered. "What does he want?"
"He has a case that I believe he wishes you to take, sir. A matter arising from an instance of . . . plagiarism." He said the word as if it were the name of some obscene minor disease.
"Someone has plagiarized his work?" Daniel was not surprised. Wolford's style was unique and, in its own way, brilliant.
"No, sir. I believe the matter is somewhat more complicated than that," Impney answered. "It concerns a new book he has written. Something to do with the French Revolution. He wishes you to represent him. But I believe there is more."
"Really?" Daniel was startled. "What do you mean by more?"
Impney's face was impassive. "I am not certain, sir, but Professor Wolford is very clear that he wishes you on the case. He says an old friend recommended you, an Inspector Ian Frobisher, whom he says you know."
Daniel was surprised. He had not thought of Ian for so long. They had been to the same prep school together and then both gone up to Cambridge, Daniel to study law and Ian to read modern history. After graduation, their paths had gone in different ways. As for Wolford, he remembered the man only from the single year he had taken modern history. "Well, you had better send him in, if you please?" he requested.
"Yes, sir." Impney withdrew.
A few moments later, Nicholas Wolford strode through the door and closed it behind him. He was exactly as Daniel remembered, but then it had been only five years since Daniel had last seen him. Wolford still had his magnificent mane of black hair, now touched with silver at the temples and forming a bright streak at the front. He retained those strong features: a wide mouth and dark brown eyes, almost black. He was of average height, but he appeared taller.
Daniel rose to his feet, more from habit than courtesy. He held out his hand. "How are you, sir?"
"I'm well," Wolford replied, "but angry." He spoke with the same strong, precise voice he had used in his lectures as he related fascinating and terrifying stories to the roomful of students-true stories that made the days of yesterday seem far more alive than today. Daniel knew that many of Wolford's students found his lectures life-changing, opening up their eyes to the past. Wolford had a devoted following among his ex-students, many of whom stayed in touch for years after they left Cambridge.
Daniel indicated the chair on the other side of the desk. "Please, sit down and tell me the salient points. Details can come later."
"The salient point is that the man accused me of having copied his work," Wolford said between gritted teeth. "But the actual charge I am facing is one of assault," he added, before sitting down and leaning his elbows on the desk.
His manner irritated Daniel. It was too close, too familiar, but he could see the rage building inside Wolford. He remembered the man more and more clearly as the moments slipped by, and he believed in his sincerity.
Wolford's arrogance had always been as clear as his passion for the drama of the past. Daniel could not imagine him borrowing words from anyone else, much less stealing by imitation. He listened intently, memories flooding back of the classroom, the...
