London barrister Robert Forsythe and his trusty secretary, Abigail Sanderson, discard their vacation plans when a wealthy Canadian asks them to investigate the apparent suicide of her dancer granddaughter
Holly House, where a bunch of misfits are gathered around the dowdy though magnetic Harriet and her second husband, the handsome and much younger Dmitri. Nobody in this group is especially welcoming as Robert Forsythe and Miss Sanderson investigate an apparent suicide. I'm beginning to find it tiresome how 'famous' our two sleuths are, and I especially didn't care about the way they passed judgment in the end. However, I find the plot satisfyingly twisty--with a high body count on this one--and the characters' motives sufficiently intriguing.
A very convoluted tale that comes to the only possible conclusion. Both the murderers and some of the victims were crazy. The next question is, was I crazy to read this book? Yep!