DEATH OF A POISON PEN
A Hamish Macbeth Mystery
Chapter One
I'm not a jealous woman, but I can't see what he sees in her, I can't see what
he sees in her, I can't see what he sees in her!
-Sir Alan Patrick Herbert
Jenny Ogilvie was curled up on a sofa in her friend Priscilla Halburton-Smythe's
London flat. They had been talking for most of the evening. Jenny was secretly
jealous of Priscilla's cool blonde looks. Although an attractive girl herself
with her mop of black curls and rosy cheeks, she longed to look as stylish and
composed as her friend.
A desire to rattle her friend's calm prompted her to say, "You've talked an
awful lot about this village policeman, Hamish Macbeth. I mean, you've barely
mentioned your fiance. Come on. What gives? I think you're still in love with
this copper."
A faint tide of pink rose up Priscilla's face. "I was engaged to him once and we
shared a lot of adventures. But that's all. What about your love life? You've
been letting me do all the talking."
"Oh, you know me. I like to shop around," said Jenny. "I'm not prepared to
settle down yet."
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