Here's mystery in the grand conspiratorial style of old pro Jeremy York (alias John Creasey), starring the unforgettable -and frequently unethical - Superintendent Folly of Scotland Yard. Creasey is at the top of his form in this stylish thriller dedicated to manipulation, machination, and a spine-tingling Run Away To Murder.
Some people believe that little old ladies never die, they just fade away. Mrs. George Fortescue met her maker with a snifter of arsenic. At first the case seemed quite simple. Surely one of her own family had committed the heinous crime. Each had his reasons to wish a not-so-loving mother out of the way. Besides, the ancient English manor house exuded death from its every pore; it might have seemed strange if someone hadn't taken advantage of such an auspicious setting. But when the clever killer struck again, this time in the garden, it became a case for Folly of Scotland Yard.
This is actually book 4 of the Superintendent Folly series, which I did not realize until several chapters in since Folly doesn't appear for quite a while. This is a country house mystery with lots of possible killers, stolen art, mysterious goings-on in the night, quarries, fields, and country lanes. The reader did a fine job with the voices, making it simple to keep track of the rather large cast.