On A Bus Called Beryl: Gadabout Club Cozy Mystery — Book One

Nineteen years of Wednesdays. They had never met. Every Wednesday for nineteen years, four strangers met on a screen to talk about books. Nine hundred and eighty-odd Wednesdays. Then Marion - the one who started it, who read four books a week and planned everything - died, and left them a twelve-week itinerary, a three-inch ring binder full of her handwriting, and a twenty-nine-foot Bedford bus >Margo Prentice is sixty-three, American, and has never been camping in her life. Wendy Boyce has flown in from Australia with four coats and no intention of going near the shower. Roz misses nothing and says less. Arthur has the folder, drives the bus, and >Six days in, on a tidal river in South Devon, Margo walks down to the >That is the first wrong thing. There are thirty-one people in that building - twenty on a literary week, seven staff, and four women who have known each other for nineteen years and been in the same room for six days. One of them killed Hugh >On a Bus Called Beryl is the first Gadabout Club mystery: a warm, dry, properly-clued whodunnit about four people in their sixties and seventies who are far too old to be doing this and are going to do >For readers of Richard Osman, Alan Bradley, and anyone who has ever suspected the quietest person in the room.