Sir Manuel Camargue, yesterday one of the most celebrated musicians of his time, today floats face down in the lake near his sprawling English country house. The consensus is accidental death -- but Inspector Wexford knows the stench of murder most foul when he smells it. Particularly in the company of two suspects -- one, the victim's fiancee, who is too young to be true, the other his daughter who may be no kin and even less kind . . .
2 of 2 people found the following review helpful: A problem with tempo, June 2, 2002 Reviewer: Peter Reeve from California, USA A routine, throw-away tale bearing all the hallmarks of an author who feels comfortable enough to just keep churning 'em out. One example: the Wexfords, in California, telephone home and reference is made to the time difference, remarking that the UK is 8 hours behind California. It should of course be the other way round! This mistake is repeated several times. In a mystery, everything can be a clue and this is just the sort of thing a reader will take note of. Well, the reader needn't bother -- the author didn't.