A corpse turns up in Yorkshire. Who put it up there, next to an old stone wall, where a sheep farmer discovers it? That is the question the book asks.
I ask, why is there so much filler in the book, like Detective Banks and his troubles with pipe smoking and eventual return to cigarette smoking? Why aren't there enough clues for either the detective or the reader to figure it out until the end, after another senseless murder, and then there are pages and pages of explanation. We don't actually figure it out; we just get told at great length about the solution and why that makes sense and why the detective couldn't figure it out earlier.
So, while I always enjoy the slow pace, dry humor and beauty of Yorkshire highlands, I thought the book was lacking in story layout and conclusion.

I will be wild releasing this one.

Changed my mind, I will be listing this in bookstogive's mystery vbb.

This book was selected from the Mystery VBB. Yay!

Just arrived today and I can't wait to read it. Thanks!