It’s springtime in France—the season of love in the country of romance. But Scotland Yard Insp. Henry Peckover has murder on his mind. The local police have asked him to make some inquiries about Mrs. Mercy McCluskey, a Frenchman’s lusty American wife. It seems a former boyfriend of this most-liberated lady has turned up dead. Then a second . . . and a third!
Before long, Inspector Peckover has uncovered an IRA connection, a gin-swilling gunrunner, a mysterious killer with a very French twist, and another potential corpse—his own . . .
I did enjoy this book but it was very slow to start and being set in France Detective Chief Inspector Peckover was trying to rely on a mixture of schoolboy french and hand signals.