Daisy Dalrymple, a well-bred, earnest, and deeply inquisitive journalist in the 1930s, has discovered yet another mystery. People in her sister's village have been getting cruel anonymous notes about their secret foibles*. People get increasingly tense, until at last, someone is killed. Daisy and her fiancee Alec, a Scotland Yard Inspector, investigate.
I liked this book a bit better than the last few in the Dalrymple series. All the suspects are interesting, and Dunn is good at creating the cosy yet claustrophobic atmosphere of a small English town. The problem is that these books are too short for much character development or plot. I am tired of mysteries that are solved, not through clues or people skills or anything, but purely through the wrong-doer confessing at the most convenient moment. Dissatisfying!
*one of the notes accuses a man of abusing his wife. Horribly enough, it's clear that he really is physically hurting her, but nothing is done about it. It's never mentioned again. More time is spent investigating whether or not a shopkeeper overcharges for cheese (seriously). If Daisy is supposedly such a great people-watcher, why didn't she notice this? And if she's supposedly so very kind, why didn't she intervene? Did this section get edited out, or what?