Offering her a job, they then embark on an adventure to mark out properties suitable for use as field hospitals or convalescent homes. Arriving in a fairly huge state house, where the occupants are known to Freddie was easy. The sudden death of the head of the house was unexpected, particularly because only Polly felt it was suspicious. The local Bobby brushed it off as accidental after too much booze, the widow was nonchalant about the affair and his son after a stint overseas and on Home Leave couldn’t care less. When the second death occurs of a person, closely connected to the first victim, the idea of accident is against mooted.
The detection by Polly and a reluctant Freddie continues, uncovering a black market operation cheating the government on a massive scale involving a very senior government official. The officials have now got to sit-up and take notice of facts.
The story apart from the mystery and murder was so descriptive of wartime Britain. The endless rationing, the distinct demarcation between the classes which the upper class were hanging onto for dear life and the emergence of women going out to work in factories for the first time. Very good reading.
I hope a sequel would clear the mystery of Polly’s mother.
Sent by Amazon Publishing UK for an unbiased review, courtesy of Netgalley.
