'The lie of the land had left a natural hollow beneath one of the main branches. Mrs Pink's head and shoulders fitted neatly into the depression. It was her feet, stuck stiffly out beyond the surrounding leaves, that had told Tomlin that what they had glimpsed at a distance was something more sinister than a heap of rags.' Detective-Superintendent Trimble is soon on the trail. We return to familiar Didford and meet again with lawyer Francis Pettigrew, who is called from retirement to help solve another Markshire murder.