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Gathered for a folk music seminar at the neo-Gothic country mansion called Follymead, musicians and students are in for a surprise when talented singer Liri Palmer tries to send a message to the audience, just before tragedy strikes. Reprint.
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Singers and musicians are gathered for a course in folk music that will occupy a weekend in the fantastic country mansion called Follymead. Most come only to sing or to listen, but one or two have non–musical scores to settle. When brilliantly talented Liri Palmer sings “Black, black, black is the color of my true–love’s heart! His tongue is like a poisoned dart, The coldest eyes and the lewdest hands…, ”she clearly has a message for someone in the audience. Passions run high. There is murder brewing at Follymead. A classic mystery by Ellis Peters.
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