Murder on The Fell: A Gadabout Club Cozy Mystery — Book Two: - Two

The doctor says heart attack. The doctor is right.Nothing was administered. Nobody laid a hand on him. Colin Rawnsley died of his own heart, on a bale in his own clipping shed, at the end of a fourteen-hour day - and the post-mortem will say so for the rest of time.It takes Margo Prentice four days to work out that it is still a killing.Cumbria in July. A flooded ford, a bus with one wing mirror, and ten days in a valley of four hundred people where everybody is clipping, nobody is sleeping, and four friends of nineteen years are discovering what nineteen years of writing to each other actually bought them.There are three dogs on chains in that yard. They scream at the post van, the vet's car, two police vehicles and a man from the National Trust in the wrong boots. On the Friday evening a neighbour stood at the road end for forty-five minutes calling a spaniel out of the beck, and heard nothing at all.And the bolt on that shed door is on the outside.Wendy Boyce walks into the farmhouse with a cake and comes out knowing four things nobody meant to tell her. Roz Kilbride says the unforgivable thing in a public bar and is, as usual, not entirely wrong. And Margo, who spent thirty-one years teaching teenagers that matter cannot simply cease to exist, keeps arriving at a sum that will not come out."This one's a Potter," she says. Small. Domestic. Deceptively gentle.She is right about the first two.MURDER ON THE FELL is the second Gadabout Club mystery - warm, funny, fairly clued, and for readers of Richard Osman, Faith Martin and Helena Dixon. No gore, no grimness, and a valley that has to go on living together afterwards. It stands entirely on its own.