A village show. A silver trophy nobody has ever picked up. And a judge who is dead before the band finishes.Winsley Magna has settled its quarrels over marrows and damson jam for as long as anyone can remember. Then, on the second evening of the show, under three hundred paper lanterns, the Chief Judge raises the Cup, drinks the toast, and does not pass it on.The doctor says heart. Everybody wants it to be heart.Miss Ottilie Fairbourne knows better. She runs the village nursery, she keeps the show's entry ledger, and she is the only soul on that field who understands that grass does not die overnight where a glass of blackcurrant cordial has been spilled. But when she takes her evidence to the police, they arrest her nineteen-year-old apprentice on the strength of a planted bottle and a missing glove.Tilly has five days, one green ledger, and every gossip in two parishes.What she uncovers is worse than a murder. Somebody has been quietly buying this parish for years, one small kindness at a time, and eleven names are written in a dead man's notecase. One of them belongs to the killer. The other ten belong to neighbours she will have to live beside for the rest of her life.For readers who enjoy classic whodunits, clever female amateur sleuths, and traditional mysteries where every clue matters, this cozy mystery delivers a fair-play puzzle with all the clues you need to solve the case alongside the heroine. It offers a charming English mystery where even the tea tent may know more than it lets on.Scroll up and one-click to open the marquee.
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