The Golden Rose

Beads of perspiration were standing out on Lethbridge's forehead when a strange and exotically beautiful woman appeared in his greenhouse. She appeared lost, but her story was too coincidental, too perfect for Lethbridge to believe she had merely stumbled upon him. Besides, he had felt a presence recently, footprints had appeared in his garden and Lethbridge felt he was being watched. But, why?
It appeared that the seemingly serene world of horticulture was, in reality, a cutthroat business and before long, the scent of roses would be mingled with murder.