World War II is limping to a close, but it isn?t the Germans who are troubling the Dowager Marchioness of Carados right now. The problem is the potential derailment of her son?s wedding by the discove
Andy Dalziel knows how to cope with crime. Give him a nice straightforward murder, some bloke with a gun and a grievance, and he?s a happy man. But this new one, that the press is calling the ?Yorkshi
Fate Worse Than Death opens?on the sunniest day in half a century?with the news that someone has stolen Beryl Websdell?s garden gnome. However, things get less sunny very quickly, as it becomes appare
Art historian Nicholas Ochterlonie is the very model of a modern English gentleman, with a perfectly ordered life. But when his wife inexplicably demands a divorce, he finds himself diving into uncert
Edmund Crispin was in fact a pseudonym for composer Bruce Montgomery, best known for writing the scores to the ?Carry On? films. The film on which Professor Gervase Fen has been hired to consult, thou
McNair House is a charitable institution, set up to care for ?cathypnic? children. With their incredibly low metabolism, cathypnic kids are irresistibly plump little dumplings, inspiring a near-obsess
The phrase ?a country-house mystery? evokes an image of 1930s fops in dinner jackets, starched family retainers, slinky femme fatales. It does not evoke an image of the belching Andy Dalziel, and yet
The 19th century is drawing to a close and women?s roles?and their clothes?seem to have gotten less constricting. Vanessa Weatherburn?s passion for science and mathematics, once an embarrassing oddity
?The dead twins stole my chicken!? That?s the least of the revelations to greet Faith Zanetti on her return to Moscow, a city she last lived in some fifteen years ago. A lot has changed since then, bu
Gabrielle Ivory was once a society beauty of such exquisite arrogance that she stared down a queen. But now, nearing 90, she's largely disregarded by the younger members of the Ivory clan, who like to
Mrs. Thatcher's London is bristling with the newly rich bankers, and property developers who have declared the city their personal playground. But on tiny Jerusalem Lane, time seems not so much to hav
