The scissors are blacksmith worked, crude and blackened. They've always hung there at the door of Treagove. For three-hundred years they have played a part in murders and mysteries surrounding the women of the old house. Who says the tool of justice can't be domestic?
Three Novellas Spanning Three Centuries of Mystery
1798 e--+Despite the danger, the abandoned tin mine had always been the place where Eseld and Rosie felt safest. But...