The Camelot Caper

The Camelot Caper

by Elizabeth Peters

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The Lethal Stuff of Legends

For Jessica Tregarth, an unexpected invitation to visit her grandfather in England is a wonderful surprise—an opportunity to open doors to a family past that have always been closed to her. But sinister acts greet her arrival. A stranger tries to steal her luggage and later accosts her in Salisbury Cathedral. Mysterious villains pursue her through Cornwall, their motive and intentions unknown. Jessica's only clue is an antique heirloom she possesses, an ancient ring that bears the Tregarth family crest. And her only ally is handsome gothic novelist David Randall—her self-proclaimed protector—who appears from seemingly out of nowhere to help her in her desperate—attempt to solve a five hundred-year-old, puzzle. For something from out of the cloudy mists of Arthurian lore has come back to plague a frightened American abroad. And a remarkable truth about a fabled king and a medieval treasure could ultimately make Jess Tregarth very rich...or very dead.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780061806650
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date: 10/13/2009
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 272
Sales rank: 154,209
File size: 873 KB

About the Author

Elizabeth Peters earned her Ph.D. in Egyptology from the University of Chicago’s famed Oriental Institute. During her fifty-year career, she wrote more than seventy novels and three nonfiction books on Egypt. She received numerous writing awards and, in 2012, was given the first Amelia Peabody Award, created in her honor. She died in 2013, leaving a partially completed manuscript of The Painted Queen.


A farm in rural Maryland

Date of Birth:

September 29, 1927

Place of Birth:

Canton, Illinois


M.A., Ph.D. in Egyptology, Oriental Institute of the University of Chicago, 1952

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Chapter One

The book was small, a paperback edition, with a cover done in shades of blue. In the foreground was the figure of a beautiful young girl, disheveled black hair streaming over her shoulders. She was in genteel dishabille and in considerable distress; her eyes, looking back over her shoulder, were fixed in terror upon the distant outlines of a ruined castle, perched on a cliff, under a darkening sky.

Jessica glanced down at the book, half concealed in her lap by her clenchedhands. What ghastly danger from the haunted ruins threatened the poor heroine? A man, of course; it was always a man-either a dark-browed hero, whom the vapid heroine suspected of villainy, or a dark-browed villain whose plot the girl had just discovered. She hadn't read the book yet, but she had read a number of similar volumes, and the plots had a monotonous kinship. She suspected she would never read another such thriller. Fictitious terrors lost their charm when they recalled a real fear.

Jess glanced back over her shoulder, not at a ruined castle or Charles Addams house, but at a prosaic stretch of black-topped road. There was not much traffic, and no car remained for long behind the bus, which was jogging along at a leisurely twenty miles an hour.

Reassured, Jess transferred her attention to the side window, where the view was prettier. For more years than she could remember she had looked forward to that view-the green hills of England, looking newly upholstered in their fresh spring grass, dotted with grazing white sheep, covered over with a sky of china blue. This was the England of which the poets sang-almost. The month was May, not April and, Browningnotwithstanding, May was warmer and more pleasant. The first day Jessica had delightedly identified the prickly bushes along the roadside, with their blazing yellow bloom, as gorse. She had found bluebells in the lanes, and smelled the lilac.

That had been yesterday-before the fear began.

Compulsively, her head turned again, her eyes found the road still innocent. The fat lady next to her was looking at her curiously; the plump pink face remained expressionless, but the eyes behind the round, gold-rimmed glasses were shrewd and hostile.

The fat lady's bundles were jabbing her in the hip. Jess slid over another fraction of an inch. She was already squeezed into the farthest corner of the long back seat, and she wondered, irritably, what had prompted the other woman's buying spree. She also wondered how she had found so many worthwhile bargains in the unexciting shops of Salisbury. But "unexciting" was a relative term; judging from the tiny villages this very local bus had passed through, the sleepy cathedral town of Salisbury might look like a metropolis by contrast.

Jess let her aching head rest for a moment against the cool glass of the window. Salisbury...the cathedral...Sunday morning. A strange time and place for the beginning of the threat which had driven her, in unreasoning flight, onto a bus going she knew not where, arriving she knew not when. She didn't dare ask anyone where she was going; her aim was inconspicuousness, and that question would certainly attract attention. She was conspicuous enough by her very foreignness. Odd, how obviously American she looked; even she could see the difference, and it was not defined by anything so obvious as makeup and short skirts. The English girls she had seen wore skirts which made hers look Victorian, and their false eyelashes outdistanced hers by a good quarter of an inch. The cut of her clothes, perhaps? Her yellow wool suit with its short jacket and straight skirt probably hadn't cost any more than the plaid outfit and purple sweater the girl two seats up was wearing, but it looked...well, it looked different. And whatever had possessed her to select yellow? It stood out like a neon sign.

The bus lumbered up a rise and through a copse of trees; Jessica's features, palely limned against the dark background of foliage, made a pallid pattern on the window glass. The blue of her eyes hardly showed; only the fair skin, bleached by a long winter in the office, and the light-brown hair. The effect was spectral; she closed her eyes, too tired to turn for another look behind.

Being afraid was fatiguing. She could understand now why a hunted man might suddenly stop running and surrender himself to his pursuers, even when capture might mean death. In her case, terror was increased by bewilderment. She did not know why she was being threatened, which meant that she had no clue as to how to defend herself.

As she looked back now, a number of incidents fell into place, making a pattern which had not been visible until the one key incident occurred and gave meaning to the whole. A pattern-but only in the sense of consistent behavior. The motive still remained obscure.

But there was no doubt in her mind now that the man who had taken her suitcase at Southampton had not done so by mistake. It had been a close call. She had looked away for only a moment, to hail a taxi. Her two big suitcases had been sent on; they had arranged that for her on the boat, and as soon as she cleared customs she had simply carried her one remaining bag out of the building and had stood by the street looking for transportation. The man who brushed by her was only one of many; there was a crowd near the quay, people embarking and disembarking, seeing friends off, and meeting them. When, having obtained her taxi, she looked down to find her bag gone, her first assumption had been that it had been kicked or pushed away.

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Camelot Caper 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 12 reviews.
Stewartry on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
"Caper" was an excellent choice for the title: that's exactly what this is: an adventure with a romantic edge, danger around every corner but handled with a light touch, a tale of an unsuspecting female dropped into the midst of intrigue that would have served Alfred Hitchcock well. The writing is quick and clear, smart and fun and funny; the characters are fun and different, with enough depth to make this very enjoyable; the story is fun and improbable and attention-grabbing, and deals intelligently with the Arthurian elements. As always, the author's deep knowledge of archaeology and its surrounds forms a solid base for a frothy story. The short version: the book is great lightweight fun.
tjsjohanna on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This is a quick and fun read. Ms. Peters often writes tongue in cheek and that is part of the charm here. There is romance, but it is hinted at, not spelled out explicitly. Overall an enjoyable escape.
cbl_tn on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Elizabeth Peters pays tribute to the Gothic novel in this light read. Upon her arrival in England, American tourist Jessica Tregarth is pursued by villains for an unknown reason. Tall, dark, and handsome David Randall comes to her aid and together they flit across the south of England, trying to escape Jessica's pursuers while figuring out the reason for her pursuit. If you've ever seen the sights in England's south, or hope to visit them some day, you might enjoy reading about Jessica's adventures there. This book doesn't demand much from the reader. It would be a good book to curl up with on a "snow day".
susanamper on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The daughter of a British man who left home 25 years earlier with a strange ring has returned to England at the bequest of her grandfather bringing the ring with her. She is chased by two comical yet deadly men who seem intent on stopping her from reaching her grandfather. She heads toward Cornwall with the aid of mystery writer David Randall. Along the way they makes stops at some famous cathedrals. Nice details on the cathedrals and some fun with the lore of King Arthur.
VictorianScholar More than 1 year ago
The premise for this story had me giggling all the way through with book-nerdish delight. It's a Gothic novel about a heroine who, when we first meet her, is reading a Gothic novel, and her companion in her adventure is a Gothic romance novelist. The story has a lot of fun with its self awareness. It's a fun story if you're in the mood for the genre.
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KrisPA More than 1 year ago
I'm a big fan of Elizabeth Peters and have been reading her books for years. This one is okay. Since it was originally published in the 60s, sometimes it feels outdated. But the plot is not bad and I liked the characters. It's not one of her better books though and is ultimately kind of silly. If you want to read Elizabeth Peters (who also writes under the name Barbara Michaels), I suggest the following books.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is one of my most fav. books ever. I love the relationship between Susan and David, they are soooo funny. It deals a lot with Camelot, so if you aren't interested in it, you probably shouldn't read this book.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book was funny and fairly well put together. At the beginning I was slightly skeptical of the way the heroine Jess Tregarth reacts to things, but it gets much better once David Randall arrives, along with his sense of humor, one-liners, and British accent. Somebody said that the villian in this (Cousin John Tregarth) is actually Sir John Smythe from the Vicky Bliss series. I don't know. They are somewhat alike. Good book overall.