'Going somewhere nice for lunch?' he enquired.
'No, ' I said.
'As a matter of fact, I'm going straight back to the country.
Something tells me there isn't a minute to lose.
' The scene of the crime is a large Victorian Rectory.
An aged and famous opera singer dies; she has been ill for some time and initially her death would appear to be natural.
But her will, signed on the day she died, causes both astonishment and considerable ill-feeling among her kin.
Then two.