CROOK O' LUNE

Murder eventually strikes a quiet Lancashire farm village in this slow-burning whodunit originally published in 1953.

Everyone in Lunesdale, it seems, covets Aikengill, the home Yorkshire accountant Gilbert Woolfall inherited from his uncle Thomas but has scant time to visit. On one of those infrequent visits, neighboring farmer Christopher Fell’s daughter, Betty, is cheeky enough to come out and ask if she and her suitor Jock Shearling might occupy two of its rooms in Gilbert’s absence after they’re wed. Lambsrigg Hall owner Daniel Herdwick, Jock’s employer and Thomas Woolfall’s longtime grazing tenant, wants to buy the acreage for his herd. The Rev. Simon Tupper, rector of the local church, thinks Gilbert should donate a substantial part of his inheritance to the Ewedale-with-High Gimmerdale church. Thomas’ housekeeper, Mrs. Ramsden, can’t quite bring herself to leave the house even though there’s no one in residence to take care of anymore. Her ambivalence turns out to be a serious misfortune, since Mrs. Ramsden is on the premises when someone sets Aikengill ablaze one night, destroying half the lovingly restored house and suffocating its faithful servant. The local police waste no time in roping Chief Inspector Robert Macdonald, a CID investigator on vacation from Scotland Yard, into the case. It’s Macdonald who’ll uncover the surprisingly complicated links between the fatal fire and a series of thefts of sheep and other valuables and identify a killer likely to take most readers by surprise since most of the villagers seem absolutely incapable of even the mildest criminal infractions.

An effortlessly atmospheric idyll that has a lot to teach contemporary cozies.