The Crimson Scarf: A Tale of Intrigue and Murder

December 1938. Snow is falling on Mayfair, the doors are shut against the weather, and ten sit down to Christmas dinner in a townhouse on Cavendish Square. By midnight, one of them is dead.For fans of Agatha Christie, Anthony Horowitz, and the golden age of detective fiction.Julian Blackwood has spent twenty years turning other people's secrets into his own currency. Between the carols and the brandy he slips out to the cloakroom, and he is found there strangled with his own crimson scarf. The snow has sealed the house - nobody can leave, nobody can arrive, and the killer is still among the guests. Before the night is out, they strike again.Reginald Hargrove has spent years helping Scotland Yard with matters they would rather have handled quietly. He has never had one in his own house, and never had to ask whether decisions of his own, made long ago and far away, set the whole thing in motion.But the hardest question isn't who killed Julian Blackwood. It's what a decent man does once he knows the answer.