When an obnoxious former Nazi land-worker is murdered in the small English village of Comerford, Chad Wedderburn, classics master and hero of the Resistance in WWII, is accused of the murder. But none of his students believes he is guilty, including Dominic Felse, who discovered the body. Dominic resolves to discover the true murderer.

A millionaire is murdered and Inspector Felse, after sifting through the few shreds of evidence, finally arrests Kitty Norris, his teenaged son Dominic's first love. A young man's infatuation soon becomes something far more dangerous, though, as Dominic takes on Kitty's cause—in direct opposition to his father's investigation.

"There is a kind of beauty that produces wolf whistles, and another kind of beauty that creates silence all about it, taking the voices out of men's mouths and the breath out of their throats." Annet Beck's beauty is of the second order and it worries her parents so much that they guard her as closely as a prisoner...until the rainy Thursday in October when she disappears. Annet is last seen vanishing over the crest of Hallowmount, a hill in the remote Welsh Country believed to be the domain of witches. Five days later she mysteriously reappears, claiming that she was gone for only two hours. Detective Inspector George Felse doesn't believe in witchcraft, but he does believe in love and he never underestimates its power, especially when it may have led to murder...

"Shed here no tears. No Saint could die More Blessed and Comforted than I." So read the epitaph composed by Morwenna Treverra centuries ago as she followed her beloved husband, Jan, into death. The couple have been together ever since, models of pious content, in the little seaside Saxon church near the villa of Maymouth. When curious scholars arrange to open Jan Treverra's tomb, it yields not one body but two...and neither one of them is Jan Treverra. Detective Inspector George Felse happens to be on holiday nearby; indeed, he helped to open the crypt and reveal its all too modern contents. Now, from an ancient grave, mystery unfolds; a trail of violence in Maymouth's history that casts shadows centuries long...

When Herbert Terrell falls off a mountain during a vacation in Czechoslovakia, accidental death is the verdict. Then his step-daughter Tossa receives a note suggesting Terrell was murdered—turning Tossa's long-planned European holiday with college friends into a hunt for the killer.

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!" she clearly has a message for someone in the audience. Passions run high, and there is murder brewing at Follymead.

‘Listen to who’s talking. I’m not the one who goes hobnobbing with gunmen and such.’ Such is Bunty Felse’s light-hearted reply to her husband’s parting words of caution, as George is called away to London on urgent police business. But left alone in the house, Bunty begins to feel depressed: she will be forty-one tomorrow and feels that, now their son Dominic has grown up, there is nothing left for her to do except grow older. To shake off the black mood, she goes out to the local pub—where a chance meeting with a distraught stranger proves that her farewell words to George were horribly mistaken. Caught up in a terrifying situation, Bunty struggles desperately to hold on to the life which earlier stretched out endlessly before her...

When world famous singer Maggie Tressider crashes her car on the way to a concert, she wakes up in hospital, dazed, in a post-operative shock—and haunted. From some secret place in her subconscious arises the awful conviction that somehow, at some time in the past, she has been responsible for a death. A psychiatrist, her doctor suggests, might lay the nameless spectre to rest. But Maggie chooses a very diffrent expert to find the truth for her. Her commission launches private investigator Francis Killian on a hunt across Europe in search of a grave. But the trail also leads him to one Bunty Felse, former colleague of Maggie’s, and wife of Inspector Felse. The successful end of Killian’s search is only the beginning of a long pilgrimage for them all—a journey which leads not only back into the past, but which takes Killian, Bunty and George to a remote corner of the Austrian alps, where many frontiers touch and many trails cross. And where even today some of them end—with murder...

As a favour to his girlfriend Tossa's beautiful but erratic filmstar mother, Dominic Felse agrees to escort a teenage heiress back to her father in India. But travelling with the spoilt, precocious Anjli is no sinecure—and the task of delivering her back to her family proves even less easy. Dominic and Tossa find themselves embroiled in a mystery that swiftly and shockingly becomes a murder investigation. For behind the colourful, smiling mask of India that the tourist sees is another country—remote, mysterious—and often shatteringly brutal...

The knocker hung on a very special door - oak, heavy, with a late-Gothic arch, and apparently a late-Gothic curse. Then the door was moved from an old house, once an abbey, to the village church. Legend held that sinners who seized the knocker had their hands burned by the cold iron. But Gerry Bracewell didn't die of burns, neither did a second victim. Had they knocked on death's door, or was a more down-to-earth killer at large?

Dominic Felse and the Swami Premanathanand, a man of peace, unravel a deadly Indian rope trick of hatred and murder when they try to discover who is behind the violent deaths of several landlords.

When Alan Morris disappears, his great-niece, Charlotte, regrets never having got to know her archaeologist great-uncle better. And, in an attempt to remedy that deficiency, she goes to visit the Roman site of Aurae Phiala, on the Welsh border, that he had spent so much time investigating. When she gets there, Charlotte finds more than just a few old stones... First there is a charming young man, coincidentally staying in the same hotel, who is very insistent on being her guide. Then a troublesome schoolboy disappears and a corpse is found. And George Felse finds himself having to solve a mystery whose roots go back to ancient Roman times... Once more, Ellis Peters brings to bear her passion for the complexities of history in a satisfyingly baffling whodunnit.

The sleepy village of Middlehope is suddenly jerked into life by nouveau riche antiques magnate Arthur Rainbow. In a whirlwind of activity he extravagantly refurbishes the Manor House, joins the Golf Club, Angling Society and Arts Council - and, in a ruthless coup, dislodges the old church organist to take over the position himself. But for all his reforming zeal, the Middlehope community rejects him. 'He won't do, you know', is the villagers' judgment, an opinion spearheaded by Miss de la Pole, the local aristocrat. And when Rainbow's crushed body is found in the graveyard of St Eata's church, there is very little surprise or sorrow - but much speculations to who the murderer could be. After all, there are so many candidates - from his young, beautiful, flirtations wife to the usurped organist and his mutinous choir. It falls upon Superintendent George Felse, newly promoted head of the Midshire CID, to solve this most perplexing murder.