Those plans for peaceful seaside holidays? They never really work out
well, at least not in the world of classic British mysteries.
Retired professor Andrew Basnett, for example, envisioning little more
than sandcastles and the blessings of a pale English sun on his pale
English skin, is startled to meet his nephew, Peter, on the beach. He's
yet more startled (and not entirely thrilled) when Peter gets him
invited to dinner with a celebrity novelist. And he's extremely startled
when the novelist's sister-in-law is shot in the summer house and nephew
Peter seems the likeliest man for the job. We have often suggested that
Andrew Basnett should be known as "Mr. Marple," because the series'
village settings and pinpoint plotting--and its canny, creaky
sleuth--are so pleasingly reminiscent of the tales of St. Mary Mead. But
they feature, in addition, a gentle wit that (dare we say it?) Ms.
Christie could only dream about, and this final installment is a perfect
exemplar.