Chapter 9, Epilogue: No New Ghosts.

The gallery is no longer an omen, the smear is finally gone, and Foxglove Court settles into the unglamorous labour of keeping its peace.

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Chapter 8 of Murder at Foxglove Court, A Season for Quiet: the estate exhales, a gossip writer comes sniffing, and a plain proposal proves more dangerous than any curse.

The full chapter is read aloud exactly as written, with my strictly contained commentary at the beginning and the end.

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Chapter 7 of Murder at Foxglove Court. Eliza follows a single word beneath the west wing and finds the sort of paperwork that can stain a family longer than blood, then the house discovers what it costs to stop pretending.

Snow falls on Foxglove Court, and Eliza Fairburn quietly draws the truth out of Samuel Hale in the chapel, before Sir Clement is cornered into surrendering the notes he used as a cudgel. It solves nothing neatly, which is rather the point; the west wing still waits, and the older wrong still breathes under every polite arrangement. https://www.marisapaxon.com/

Chapter 5 of Murder at Foxglove Court. An inquest convenes, the verdict lands exactly where the comfortable want it, and the people who cannot accept comfort begin to count footsteps, debts, and wet boots. Browse the programme and the novels at https://www.marisapaxon.com/

Chapter 4 of Murder at Foxglove Court. Eliza and Rothley cross paths near the forbidden west wing, and the house proves it can keep secrets even while serving luncheon. The investigation tightens into whispered arguments and the sound of a key where it should not be.

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Chapter 3 of Murder at Foxglove Court: Eliza pours tea while Lady Ashcombe inventories the guests, Colonel Farlow points out what the magistrate would rather ignore, and Rothley admits the house cannot survive another convenient accident. Full episode list and links: https://www.marisapaxon.com/

The household bell rings for fire or death, and Foxglove Court obliges with a body in the fountain. Rothley insists on propriety, the magistrate insists on an accident, and Eliza Fairburn begins the quiet work of noticing what politeness would rather ignore. https://www.marisapaxon.com/