Murder in the Fog: A Gadabout Club Cozy Mystery — Book Five

The cloud sat at three hundred metres all week. He died above it.Ronald Quill has run the Wickstone Ghost Walk on Wednesdays and Saturdays since 1996 - six pounds, ninety minutes, one brass paraffin lamp and no torch, because he is Ronnie and that is how it is done.On a Friday night in August he goes up Winnow Tor and does not come down.Margo Prentice finds him at ten past seven the next morning, face down in the granite above the cloud line. Stick a yard upslope. Jacket buttoned to the throat. No defensive injuries, and nobody laid a hand on him.And no light on him, under him, or anywhere on that slope.Four sets of prints in the wet peat, going up. None coming down.The coroner's officer stands in the bar and says it is a fall in poor visibility on bad ground and the most ordinary thing that happens on that moor, and he is a decent man and he is not wrong. But four separate people were told you could not see a hand in front of your face up there - and that is true of the top, and it is not true of the gate."This one's a Doyle," Margo says - and there is no hound. There has never once been a hound.MURDER IN THE FOG is the fifth Gadabout Club mystery - warm, funny, fairly clued, and for readers of Richard Osman, Faith Martin and Helena Dixon. It stands entirely on its own.