Two delightful ladies in 1930s England solve crimes in a way Miss Marple would be proud of.

81 Emily Organ

Churchill and Pemberley are a perfect pair; one stout, one thin, one widowed, one single, both willing to get stuck in and look for answers when mysteries appear.

I’m sure you’ll love the banter between these two delightful characters that Emily Organ has created. They are an equal match for one another and also for the other characters in their south England village. The way that Emily writes the Churchill and Pemberley relationship has me chortling regularly and I’m sure you will too as she reads from Puzzle in Poppleford Wood.

This week’s mystery author

Emily Organ has been writing historical mysteries for four years, her current series include the Churchill and Pemberley cozy mystery series, which is set in a 1930s English village, and the Penny Green Victorian mystery series which is set in 19th century London.

The first book in Emily’s Churchill and Pemberley series was shortlisted for Amazon UK’s Kindle Storyteller Award in 2019.

Emily lives in the south of England with her family.

Learn more about Emily and her books at

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Excerpt from Puzzle in Poppleford Wood

Chapter One

“Remind me never to visit the bank again on Compton Poppleford’s market day, Pemberley,” said Annabel Churchill as she sank down into the chair behind her desk. “It’s complete mayhem! Countless yokels have crawled in from the countryside and blocked the roads with their rickety carts and animals, all of which have seen better days. I was trapped for fifteen minutes in a crowd of noisy, gap-teethed rustics with low-set ears. Most of them were wearing smocks. Smocks, I tell you! And I even saw a man in clogs. There’s no excuse for clogs, Pembers. He’d be arrested for looking like that in Richmond-upon-Thames.”

“How fortunate for him that he doesn’t live there, then,” replied Doris Pemberley, a thin, bespectacled lady with a mop of untidy grey hair.

“It’s a different world altogether,” said Churchill, adjusting her string of pearls. “I thought I’d adapted to Dorset life quite well, but every now and again one is reminded of the region’s particular peculiarities.”

“Don’t they have market day in Richmond-upon-Thames?”

“They do, but it’s a much more sophisticated affair up there. People unload their wares from shiny vans rather than carts riddled with woodworm. And the cows and sheep behave with much more decorum.”

“No rustic types?”

“None. You get a few oiks from Hounslow, but no smocks. And definitely no clogs!” 

Churchill smoothed down her silver helmet of lacquered hair. She was a large lady with a fondness for tweed skirts and woollen twinsets.

“But you only ever need one pair,” said Pemberley.

“Of what?”

“Clogs. Because they’re carved out of wood they go on forever; no need to ever replace them. They’ll still be going strong even after you’ve died.”

“Outlived by one’s footwear. What a thought.”

“And there’s no need for any expenditure on new shoes.”

“An advantage that should not be overlooked. Shoes are such poor quality these days, don’t you find? A few bimbles along the riverbank and the soles are almost worn through. And the days of finding a decent cobbler on every high street are long gone.”

“Clogs are the answer.”

“Only if you’re clinging to the bottom rung of the social ladder, Pembers. If one has any middle-class aspirations at all they’re a distinct no-no.”

“Well, don’t worry, Mrs Churchill. The marketplace will soon be transformed for the unveiling of the statue of Sir Morris Buckle-Duffington next Tuesday.”

“He sounds terribly important. Did he do anything particularly noteworthy?”

“He was an adventurer.”

“That sounds rather vague to me. Have we eaten all of our custard tarts?”


“What about the iced fancies?”

“All gone. But the man has been to put the letters on the door.”

“The door letter man! Oh, how exciting. I was so befuddled by the chaos of market day that I forgot to look closely at the door when I returned. Let’s take a peek at his handiwork.”

Churchill got up from her desk and walked over to the office door, the upper half of which was glazed with safety glass.

The words ‘Atkins’s Detective Agency’ had once decorated the glass, but Pemberley had invested a great deal of time in scraping off the word ‘Atkins’s’. What Churchill saw in its place displeased her greatly.

“Have you seen what he’s done here, Pembers?”


“Did you not check door letter man’s work before you paid him?”


“Why ever not?”

“Because I didn’t think I’d need to. What could be so difficult about putting the word ‘Churchill’s’ on the door?”

“My sentiments exactly, but he’s still managed to make a hash of it.”

“How so?”

“Get up off your chair and have a look, Pembers.”

Pemberley did as she was told and quickly joined Churchill at the door. 

“Oops!” she exclaimed.

“Since when did my surname become two separate words?”

“He did mutter something about it being quite a long name, and that there wasn’t much space for it.”

The lettering on the door read ‘Church’ and beneath it was the word ‘Hills’.

Church Hills Detective Agency,” said Churchill scornfully. “And he’s forgotten the apostrophe!”

“You often find that with sign makers,” said Pemberley. “They put apostrophes in where they’re not needed and forget them where they are.”

“And that’s acceptable, is it?”

“No, not at all. It’s just what they do.”

“And then get paid a tidy sum for it and go on their merry way. You’ll have to telephone and get him back here.”

“I can see myself that it would be quite tricky to fit the word ‘Churchill’s’ into that space.”

“He’ll just have to use smaller lettering. Shall I telephone and tell him exactly how he needs to do his job?”

“You might have to.”

“It’s ridiculous!” fumed Churchill, striding back into the office. “Why must one be required to supervise every single task? It’s terribly draining, Pembers, and we have no cake to sustain us. Could you please fetch some from Simpkin the baker?”

“Any particular type?”

“Anything at all.” 

Churchill picked up the receiver of the telephone on Pemberley’s desk, but didn’t get as far as dialling. 

“Oh hello, what’s this?” The headline of the Compton Poppleford Gazette had caught her eye, swiftly prompting her to replace the receiver. “‘Mystery of Darcy Sprockett Solved’. What mystery is that, then?”

“Let me fetch some cake, and then I shall elucidate.”


“Would you like to hear the long and the short of it?” Pemberley asked as she arranged six butterfly cakes neatly on a plate.

“Well, I’ve just read the write-up in the Compton Poppleford Gazette, but I imagine it’s wildly inaccurate, as usual. Am I right in thinking that Miss Darcy Sprockett was a girl who went missing twenty years ago?”

“She was more of a young lady; about twenty years old. I’m hoping you’ve already put the kettle on the gas ring, Mrs Churchill.”

“I most certainly have. It should be close to boiling by now.”

Pemberley made a pot of tea and the pair sat down at her desk. 

“Darcy Sprockett was the eldest daughter in the large Sprockett family, who lived in a tumbledown place at the edge of Poppleford Woods,” explained Pemberley. “She made an excursion late one evening to fetch a basket of eggs from her great-aunt, Betsy, who lived in a cottage at the heart of the woods.”

“Your tale concurs with the newspaper report so far. Do go on.”

“She fetched the eggs from Great-aunt Betsy but was never seen again. The following morning her basket of broken eggs was found about fifty yards from Great-aunt Betsy’s door.”

“How terribly sad.”

“And now, twenty years later, we have received news of the bones.”

“Yes. The newspaper says they’ve just been discovered in a place called Todley Field, which is owned by one Farmer Jagford.”

“That’s right. And now the mystery has been solved.”

“According to the Compton Poppleford Gazette’s misleading headline, that is. Only it hasn’t been solved, has it? How on earth did poor Miss Sprockett end up in that field?”

“Well, that remains a mystery.”

“Exactly. What did the police do about poor Darcy’s disappearance? Please don’t tell me that hapless Inspector Mappin represented the constabulary back then.”

“He did, actually.”

Churchill groaned and bit into a butterfly cake.

“Inspector Mappin investigated but failed to uncover much,” continued Pemberley.

“Why doesn’t that surprise me?”

“The Sprocketts grew quite impatient with the lack of progress, so they instructed Mr Atkins to investigate.”

Churchill raised an eyebrow. “Did they indeed? And how did my predecessor fare?”

“Not much better, I’m afraid. Everyone was left completely baffled.”

“Oh dear… That’s disappointing. What were the theories?”

“The only one anyone could think of was that the goblins got her.”

Churchill gave a yelp as she bit her tongue. “Goblins?” she spat through a mouthful of cake crumbs.

“That’s what Great-aunt Betsy claimed. After she discovered the basket of broken eggs she ran through the woods, shouting, ‘The goblins have got her!’

“Let me just check that this was only twenty years ago, Pemberley, and not back in the dark ages?”

“Yes, just twenty years ago.”

“Do people still believe in goblins in these parts?”

“A few. Old superstitions die hard.”

Churchill shook her head. “Astonishing!”

“Darcy Sprockett has been known as ‘The White Lady’ since then.”

“Why so?”

“Because she haunts the woods.”

Churchill gave a start, causing her tea to slop into its saucer.

“People believe she’s a ghost?”

“Yes. She’s the White Lady of Poppleford Woods.”

“Good grief, Pembers! Don’t tell me you believe that yourself?”

“Only when I wake up at three in the morning and everything’s rather dark and quiet and lonely. It seems very real to me then.”

“Don’t tell me that Atkins believed in all this goblin and ghost nonsense?”

“No, he didn’t. He was the pragmatic type.”

“Well, that’s what you get with us detective types. Pragmatic to the bone, we are.”

“He was dogmatic, too. In fact, I wrote a poem about him once and used both those words to make it rhyme.”

 “How lovely, Pembers. Do you mind if I have the last butterfly cake? My last one was ruined when I bit my tongue.”

“I think I saw the White Lady of Poppleford Woods once.”

“Oh don’t, Pemberley, I nearly bit my tongue again! What happened?”

“I was walking in Poppleford Woods a few years ago with a friend, and that’s when we saw her.”

“What was she doing?”

“Not a great deal. She was on the path up ahead of us, all dressed in white. Just as we were wondering who she was, she disappeared.”

“Your friend also saw her?”

“Yes, Mrs Higginbath saw her as well.”

“For a moment there I thought I heard you say ‘Mrs Higginbath’.”

“I did.”

“Your friend Mrs Higginbath?”


“The large, square-faced lady with all that long, grey, greasy hair?”


“The lady who runs the library and refuses to let me have a library ticket?”

“That’s because you were rude about her nephew.”

“I know why, Pembers, but that’s beside the point. The point is that you consider Mrs Higginbath a friend.”

“She was once a friend, but then we fell out.”

“Oh, I see. Well, thank goodness for that. What was the reason for the falling out?”

“I lost a library book.”

Churchill gave a tut. “Mrs Higginbath strikes me as the sort who would be willing to part ways with a friend over something as insignificant as a lost library book.”

“She even threatened to send the bailiff around.”

“She’s the sort of person who would be obsessed with life’s trivialities. Someone who’s probably never had anything important or meaningful happen to her. She most likely has no idea at all what it’s like to have real problems in life.”

“I can’t say that I do, either.”

“But you’re not like Mrs Higginbath, are you, Pembers? You’re a nice person and she isn’t. The difference is that simple. Anyway, this white lady you saw… Are you certain she was a ghost?”

“We couldn’t think of any other explanation for it. And we couldn’t think of anyone from the village who would be wandering around the woods dressed in white.”

“A rogue bee keeper, perhaps?”

“Why would it have been?”

“Bee keepers wear those white suits, don’t they?”

“But why a rogue bee keeper?”

“Because if they’re roaming around the woods they’re not by the hives, are they? They’ve gone a little off piste, so to speak. Perhaps it was someone in cricket whites.”

“A cricketer?”

“Yes, searching for the ball. Perhaps it had just been hit for six, and a fielder was searching for it.”

“I think there was a cricket match being played nearby at the time. It rings a bell.”

“There you go. Case of the White Lady of Poppleford Woods solved.”

“Except it isn’t. Somehow Darcy Sprockett vanished twenty years ago and no one knows why.”

“There’s only one thing for it, then.” Churchill drained her tea and brushed the cake crumbs from her ample bosom. “Do you have your stout walking shoes at the ready, Pembers?”


“So this is Farmer Jagford’s farm, is it?” Churchill asked her trusty assistant.

“Yes, Sponberry Farm.”

“Does he grow sponberries here?”

“What are they?”

“I don’t know. I wondered for a moment if they were a Dorset thing.”

The two ladies stood on the crest of a hill, overlooking the farmhouse and barns nestled in the valley below. The mellifluous song of a skylark carried on the warm breeze.

“Where’s the field, then?” asked Churchill.

“Todley Field? It’s over the other side of the farm.”

They continued on their way, and before long they saw a man approaching them.

“Looks like a farmhand up ahead, Pembers.”

Churchill called out a greeting as they reached the young man, who was wearing a flat cap, a shabby waistcoat and stained trousers.

“Mornin’.” He doffed his cap. “You ’ere to see the skellington?”

“We’re interested, if that’s what you mean,” replied Churchill, noticing that the young man only had one eyebrow, which stretched across the entire width of his forehead.

“Bobby Jagford’s went and found it while ploughin’! ’E’s ploughed over it, and then when ’e’s turned ’is tractor round to go over it again ’e’s found a bone sticking out the dirt! ’E says ’e first thought as ’ow it were an animal. So ’e’s got off of ’is tractor and then ’e’s saw the ’ipbones.”

“I’m sorry. Ipbones?”

“Yeah. In yer ’ips.”

“Ah, hipbones. A pelvis, then. Is that what he saw?”

“I reckon so. Anyways, ’e’s thought, ‘I don’t know no animal what ’as ’ipbones lookin’ like that.’ ’Cause they looked like ’uman ’ipbones, see. A dog ain’t got no ’ipbones like that, as ’e? Nor no other animal neither. Then that’s when he saw it.”

“What? The hipbones?”

“No, ’e’d already seen the ’ipbones, ’adn’t ’e? No, now he’s gone and seen the skull! Ain’t no mistakin’ it’s ’uman when yer see a skull like that.”

“Indeed not.”

“Anyways, ’e’s gone diggin’ around after that.”

“Has he? Oh dear.”

“’E’s gone diggin’ around, and ’e’s found ribs! And then them little backbones an’ all.”


“Dunno. Then he’s pulled up arm bones, leg bones, toe bones, finger bones, neck bones. You name it! All of it. The ’ole skellington!”

“It must be in rather a dismantled state by now, I imagine.”

“’Spector Mappin says he’s gonna put it back together.” The young man wiped his nose on the back of his hand and hitched up his trousers.

“Is he really? That might be interesting to watch.”

“They’re all sayin’ as it’s ’er!”

“They are, are they?”

“The White Lady o’ the Woods!”

“Indeed. Well, if you don’t mind we’ll proceed along this path and investigate a little further.”

“Ev’ryone’s been ’ere today,” he said with a grin. “I told Farmer Jagford, I did. I told ’im as ’e needs ter go chargin’ a sixpence to everyone what comes ’ere!”

“Let’s hope he introduces the charge after our visit, in that case. Come along, Miss Pemberley.”

Churchill and Pemberley walked through the farm and followed the lane that ran beyond it.

“Todley Field used to be two fields,” said Pemberley. “Farmer Jagford cut the hedgerow down to make it into one.”

“And the hedgerow is where the skeleton was buried, is that right?”

“That’s what it says in the Compton Poppleford Gazette. And Bobby Jagford has ploughed it up.”

Before long they reached a gate with a bicycle leaning against it. Hanging from the handlebars by its chin strap was a police inspector’s hat.

“Oh no,” groaned Churchill. “That’s Inspector Mappin’s bicycle.”

She took a pair of field glasses out of her handbag and peered through them.

“Darn these things; it takes forever just to get them focused… Why can I see nothing but sky? Oh, hang on… No, that hasn’t done it…”

“Would you like me to try?” asked Pemberley.

“No thank you. I’ll be all right once I’ve got these things focused and pointing in the right direction. They’re incredibly contrary… Oh, I’ve got something now.”

Churchill found that if she squinted in a particular way she could just about discern two blurry figures standing in the middle of the field.

“It’s Inspector Mappin and Farmer Jagford,” said Pemberley.

“How on earth are you able to see what I’m seeing through my field glasses, Pembers?”

“I’m just using my normal eyes, aided slightly by my spectacles.”

“Then you must have the vision of an eagle!”

“Not really, they’re just over there. Look.”

Churchill lowered the field glasses and saw that the two figures were, in fact, larger and clearer without them. “It’s Mappin all right, isn’t it?” she said. “We’ll never get a chance to do anything with him knocking about; we’ll have to wait for him to leave. Let’s scurry along and pretend we’re just passing by.”

The two ladies continued on their walk.

“Hullo!” came a voice, drifting across the field. “Mrs Churchill? Miss Pemberley?”

“Pretend you haven’t heard him, Pembers. Just keep walking. No, don’t turn and look at him… Oh, Pembers! You turned and looked at him!”

“I’m sorry. I can’t help but turn around when someone calls out my name.”

“Tsk, Pemberley. Now we’ll have to face that grumpy inspector.”

Interview with Emily Organ

Alexandra: I just love Churchill and Pemberly so much. They are such a great pair and I’m in the middle of reading the first book, Tragedy at Piddleton Hotel.

Let’s go back and talk a little bit about that, because it really sets the stage well and explains that Annabel Churchill has come to this little town in Dorset. Her husband was a DCI with Scotland Yard. And so she set up this detective agency. 

Tell us about her genesis and where you got the idea for that character. 

Emily: I love the idea of a lady in the later years of her life having a new lease of life after having been the wife to a detective chief inspector, like you say, for so many years, and then suddenly she’s a lady who’s got a lot of time on her hands.

She’s got a bit of money. And I think her time has come, if you like, to do something interesting. And it kind of fits with the trope you often see in cozy mysteries of the little old lady investigate. 

She is an older lady who’s usually rather nosy as well, but actually has quite a clever mind. I liked the idea of pairing her up with another old lady who has been a secretary to a private detective in Dorset for some time. And he’s passed away and Churchill has bought his detective agency.

I think that the main thought behind this was just the idea of these two ladies going about doing things they hadn’t really done before and and bringing years of experience they’ve had doing various things and bringing that together and trying to get along with each other as well as try and solve these these mysteries. 

Alexandra: I thought it was really cute in the first couple of chapters of Tragedy at Piddleton Hotel that Pemberley almost comes with the furniture of the detective agency.

Tell us a little bit about her, too. She’s she worked for Atkin’s for years. 

Emily: That’s right. Yes, she has a mysterious background as well, because she worked for Atkin’s private detective agency for a decade or two. But before then she was a companion to a lady of international travel.

She’s never very explicit about what this involves. But basically, she’s pretty much traveled around the world quite a number of times with her lady of international travel. We never really learn much about her, but it is a mysterious background she has and sometimes she can draw on this background without explaining too much.

She has knowledge about the most surprising of things that she’s just come across. And I think Churchill is a bit envious of that, because while Pemberley was leading this interesting life traveling and globe trotting, Churchill was essentially being a wife to her husband. And she’s been the dutiful wife. 

And I think she’s really quite jealous of her partner’s life experience. 

Alexandra: You must you obviously have an interest in history because both series are set in the past. 

The Penny Green series, as we mentioned, is set in Victorian London and this one is in the 1930s.

What is it about history, do you think, that draws you? 

Emily: I think history is just something that fascinates me. It’s nothing I’ve really studied academically, but I’ve always been interested reading nonfiction about certain historical periods. That’s always been an interest of mine.

I also like writing mysteries set in the past because I love setting the challenge of someone trying to solve a mystery when they don’t have forensics to help them and they don’t have technology. There’s no CCTV or mobile phone records, all these things.

I love reading mysteries and thrillers myself and a lot of modern day ones as well. But I really do like that challenge of people trying to solve mysteries, trying to solve crimes when really they go quite limited information available to them. 

Alexandra: I like that too. I’ve written a series of historical mysteries and that was the thing that really piqued my interest was trying to get them to solve a mystery without the aid of all our modern technology. 

One thing that occurs to me, too, is between your two series is that there would be subtle differences in the language between late 1800s London and 1930s Dorset. Do you find that’s the case? 

Emily: Yes, definitely. I think with the late 1880s London, it sometimes has to be toned down a bit, because when you read contemporary accounts of Victorian language at the time, it can sometimes jar a bit. And I think this is a challenge that any writer of historical fiction faces. You want to try and make it all authentic, but you have to choose the language carefully.

So it becomes this mix between some quite traditional words they used at the time, but also presented in a way that’s more accessible to modern readers.

And I think with the 1930s, with the Churchill and Pemberley series, to be honest, I’m using a lot of phrases that I remember elderly relatives coming out with when I was younger, people who lived through those times. I can just remember something my grandma and a great aunt would have said like funny phrases that I remember I always found amusing and I kind of stored them away.

I’ve got a list of funny phrases that I’ve written down. And I have to admit, Agatha Christie is one of my favorite authors and some of the words and phrases you find in her work. I’ve got a great long list of very entertaining, I guess, words and language.

So again, it is probably modern enough to be accessible to modern readers, but it’s just got that funny sort of old feel to it at times as well. 

Alexandra: Yes. So people won’t trip up on it, but they they notice the difference between how we speak now. 

Emily: Yeah.

Alexandra: I haven’t read any of the Penny Green novels, but I gather that they’re a little bit darker. Would you say that’s true? 

Emily: Yeah, that’s true. Yes, I’d still describe them as light mysteries. So they’re not completely dark.

Churchill and Pemberley are very light and I’d describe that as cozy. Where is Penny Green I wouldn’t call it cozy mystery. It’s a little bit more serious and in each of those books I’m looking at some of the darker sides of some Victorian life. So obviously there are references to poverty and workhouses and the grittier side of life.

But there are elements of humor in them as well. So I’m not getting too dark with it. But I try to find more of a balance of trying to look at some of the issues that were facing people in those times with very realistic backgrounds and settings, but also with some sort of lighter moments as well. 

Alexandra: I don’t know how many there are in the Penny Green series. There’s quite a few though. 

Emily: Yes. The ninth one is coming out in the next week or so actually. Just getting very, very, very final edits. So yes, just about there with it. I was going to put it on preorder. But with times being a little bit unpredictable as they are at the moment, I thought I’ll just wait till that’s completely ready.

That’s The Gang of St Bride’s that would be out in the coming weeks.

Alexandra: There’s nine books in that series and then three novels in the Churchill and Pemberley series. Plus there’s a Christmas novella. Right? 

Emily: That’s right. Yes. Which I absolutely loved writing. So I’m halfway through the fourth book in the series, but I’ve planned some other novellas as well. 

They’re nice little side stories. And I think it’s quite fun to make them seasonal as well. So I remember writing the Christmas one. I think it was the end of last summer and although nothing around me was Christmasy, it was great. I felt like I was in my own Christmas-y bubble. You can get into that. You can put on a bit of Christmas music to listen to and get into the mood.

I think I’ll do some more novellas like that as well in sort of set and different times of the year.

Alexandra: Do you alternate between the two series or do you just go with what pulls you out at any given time? 

Emily: I think I do try to alternate because I know that there are quite a few dedicated readers of Penny Green who fairly quickly read the book and then they want to know when the next one is out. 

So if they see you’re getting too distracted with another series, they’ll have a few comments saying, well, you need to be getting on with the next Penny Green one. But yes, I think I am alternating at the moment. 

The Churchill and Pemberley books, I wrote the first two back to back, but almost three years ago now. And because they’re really quite different from the Penny Green series, I sort of hummed and hawed about when I’d publish them, they just seemed to be a side project.

And I think for me, I just enjoy writing quite different types of stories, although it feels good to write different characters in different settings. I love writing both series, I do like to chop and change a bit between them because it helps keep my ideas fresh. 

I think if I’m just writing about the same characters constantly, it can sometimes feel a little bit tired and to have the difference between the two series. I find it really helps me to switch from one to the other a bit. As long as I don’t get too mixed up with the characters and what’s happening and all the rest of it. 

Alexandra: I totally agree. I think switching between two different series, even maybe especially when they have a different tone, it’s almost like a palate cleanser as you’re going back and forth and as you say that you don’t get bored and tired with just writing the same in the same world over and over again. 

Emily: Definitely.

Alexandra: This will be going out on the 13th of April. So by then you think the new Penny Green Book should be available? 

Emily: Oh, definitely. So by the time people hear this, they’re the next Penny Green Book should be out. Yep. 

Alexandra: Great. And then you said you’re working on the fourth Churchill and Pemberley.

Do you have an idea when that one might be out? 

Emily: Well, that’s a good question. I’m hoping May, June at the very latest. I’d love to get out as soon as possible. It’ll just be between me and my editor, really getting getting the work done. But yes, so early, early summer hopefully for that one.

Alexandra: OK so our listeners can look out for that.

This has been amazing. Emily, why don’t you let everyone know where they can find out more about you and your books? 

Emily: The best place to start is

That’s all my books on there. And a fairly obvious link to my Facebook page. On Facebook I’m Emily Organ writer, and I typically share quite a lot of sort of little historical background notes to the stories on my Facebook page. 

Those are the main two places I’d like. I am on Twitter and Instagram. I don’t do too much news at the moment. It’s a matter of time, but I find Facebook is very interactive. You get some nice comments, messages from people. It’s a good place to interact with readers. So yeah, there’s the places to to find me a friend. 

Alexandra: Great. And we should mention too, that there’s a Churchill and Pemberley short story that’s available for free at your Web site when people sign up for your newsletter. 

Emily: Absolutely. Yes. So when you go to my Web site to there’s a little banner at the top and you can download a free short story, A Troublesome Case, if you want to give Churchill and Pemberley a try, you can go there and get a taster. 

Alexandra: Oh, awesome. Well, thank you again so much. It’s been lovely chatting with you. 

Emily: Thanks very much for having me. Bye bye.