HOW CAN SHE REMAIN COLD AND OBJECTIVE WHILE PASSION SWIRLS AROUND HER? Amy Talbot's idyll sketching wildflowers halts abruptly when she finds a body among the river reeds. Suddenly the quaint village of Chilton Abbas is buzzing with speculation: Who killed Mr. Stoddart. And why? As her brother develops a severe case of spy-itis, Amy, too, becomes intrigued--and topping her suspect list is a tall, dark stranger: Mr. Renshaw. His Banbury tales of India and an inheritance, coupled with his exaggerated interest in her (and her sizable dowry, she suspects), lead her to believe he is of dubious character. But he doesn't look like a murderer. In fact, with his dark eyes gazing deeply into hers, he looks infinitely romantic--much more the hero than the villain of the story. . . .