3 of 5 stars
This is a Christmas adventure in a series of books about the heroine, Daisy Dalrymple, who is married to a London police inspector in the 1920s, book #11 in the series. It’s the first I’ve read by this author so I don’t really know how it compares to the rest of the series. I picked it up from the library as part of the December holiday reading challenge.
Daisy is spending Christmas 1923 at a mansion in Cornwall at the invitation of the distant cousin who owns it. The house is so remote that it has no electricity at all. Most of the guests are other distant relatives that are dependent on the kindness of the owner of the house who is not there for the holidays. Daisy arrives a few days ahead of her husband so that she can research and write about the house for the newspaper she works for so we get to know the other guests through her. There are two brothers, one a captain in the army and the other a historian. Their mother is an elderly woman from India. The captain has brought a sour old preacher to the festivities. There are also two teenage girls, one who wanders the grounds pretending to be a ghost and a younger one that tends to be a bit volatile. Daisy is stepmother to a little girl and there’s a boy as well, a cousin.
When the preacher turns up dead in a chapel in the house on Christmas Eve, Daisy helps work out who did the deed, digging into the family’s history.
It’s a light book, easy to read and, for me at least, is far more entertaining than Christmas romance/miracle type stories.