Gifford Tate, well-known Falmouth painter, and Edwin Garland, a local businessman, had been inseparable companions until Tate's death several years ago. Now his paintings are much in demand, and each year, a work not previously shown is sold at a London gallery. When Garland dies of a heart attack, no one is suspicious--until the evening of the funeral, when his son is shot dead and Wycliffe is faced with a seemingly motiveless killing. Then another relative disappears, and the most promising clue is an artists' pigment called Winsor Blue. Wycliffe finally identifies the motive behind the crimes--but is it too late to prevent another death?
Another must for collectors--SUNDAY TIMES
Wycliffe teases out the truth with delicate skill that leaves the reader intrigued and convinced--MAIL ON SUNDAY
Immensely likeable and believable--YORKSHIRE POST
You can always count on Wycliffe . . . he inevitably guarantees a good story, convincing characters and appealing landscape--FINANCIAL TIMES
Wycliffe is a rarity among the solid, decent English coppers abounding in fiction. WJB's success is thoroughly deserved--SCOTSMAN
First-class, old-time, hyper-ingenious whodunit--OBSERVER