The shades of night were falling fast when Arthur Crook drove the old Superb over the Lakeland Fells and into the valley, to stop at a mysterious house where, though a light burned in an upper window, no one answered the bell.
Here opens a double murder mystery in which Crook acts in the defence of a young prisoner on the run, whose guilt appears evident.
'The usual gusto, racy prose, good plotting and up-to-the-minute social observation'Sunday Times