Superintendent Adam Dalgliesh had been looking forward to a quiet holiday at his aunt's cottage on Monksmere Head. There would be long walks, tea in front of the sweet-smelling wood fire, hot buttered toast with homemade potted meat and, best of all, no corpses and no talk of them. But Dalgliesh had reckoned without the macabre discovery of the body of crime-writer Maurice Seton . . .
