An Abbot Agency Mystery
Bea Abbot's domestic agency does not, repeat not, investigate
murder...that is, until she finds herself in the company of a dead man
dressed as a pantomime dame. It looks like suicide, but why don't his
red-spangled shoes fit? Matthew Kent was an entertainer known to be a
kindly and modest man in private, so why had he staged this grotesque
charade in death? And why is his daughter so keen to hustle his mortal
remains away without publicity? Then again, who exactly inherits his
delightful Kensington house, and which of the women around him - two
surviving wives and a daughter - really cared about him, rather than his
money?
Bea's own house is in chaos as builders remodel the agency offices, and
to make matters worse, Max, her Member of Parliament son, moves in with
her when his marriage looks like breaking down. Struggling to run the
agency from her bedroom, concerned about both her young assistants'
emotional problems, Bea tries to discover what the body on the bed was
really like in life, why there is so much confusion about his death, and
who is destined to die next...