Fatal Masquerade. Vivian Conroy

Keegan had been right in his assumption that someone at the dinner table had decided to kill to protect himself or herself.

      Hargrove burst into the room. He had taken off his mask and looked pale below his tan. ‘Alkmene! Are you all right? Terrible thing to be happening. All over again, it seems.’

      At her startled look he said, ‘I heard about Cornwall.’

      Alkmene was puzzled by the reference to the murder investigation she had been a part of just a few weeks ago, in Cornwall, where a childhood friend was excavating to discover the Black Castle gold. He had been accused of killing someone on his dig, and it hadn’t been easy to prove who had actually carried out the killing and why.