A subtly constructed whodunnit of murder and a miscarriage of justice from 'the mistress of unease
On an otherwise unremarkable afternoon, two boys who had spent most of the day paddling about on the dark waters of the old gravel pit pulled in to the side to refresh themselves with Mars Bars and crisps. They made landfall at a slightly different spot from where they had put their canoe into the water that morning, which explained why they had missed it then. They saw the pale white hand of a dead man, partially screened by a bush that overhung the black water of the artificial lake, breaking the surface.
Before then Terry Brett, a personable con-man, has 'befriended' Alice Armitage, an elderly and lonely widow, knowing he is on to a good thing. But when he joins forces with Alice's scheming neighbour, his greed takes him further than he had planned - and he finds himself accused of a murder he did not commit ...
Well shaped suspense and ironic finale. - The Guardian
A genuine slow burner running efficiently on greed, lust and desolation. - The Observer
A novel as plausible as it is readable, which is saying a lot - Stanley Reynolds
Margaret Yorke began her crime writing career with a series of whodunnits featuring the Oxford don, Patrick Grant, but she found more freedom for her imagination outside the confines of a continuous character. As a result she has become as well-respected as P.D. James and Ruth Rendell.