Someone killed Susan Wheeler by breaking her neck, hid her body in a country lane and made off with the content of her purse – a vulgar enough crime, on the surface. By what is a masterpiece of actual and deductive sleuthing, two young men prove that it was motivated by long-dead scandals and smothered hatreds, pin the crime on a proper person among a number of suspects, and finally run their quarry to earth in the network of streets that border on the London docks. One of the most beautifully knit and exciting novels by J.S. Fletcher.
