It’s 1940, and while the Second World War rages on, Harriet Vane – now Lady Peter Wimsey – has taken her children to safety in the country.

But the war has followed them: glamorous RAF pilots and even more glamorous land-girls scandalise the villagers, and the blackout makes the night-time lanes as sinister as the back alleys of London.

Then the village’s first air raid practice ends with a very real body on the ground – and it’s not a war casualty, but a case of plain, old-fashioned murder. And it’s not long before a second body is found . . .

‘Miraculously right: catching precisely the tone of the relationship . . . thrilling’ – The Times ‘A must for all Wimsey lovers . . . an entertaining read’ – Northern Echo

“It is impossible to tell where Dorothy L Sayers ends and Jill Paton Walsh begins. It is simply like reading another Sayers novel.” – Ruth Rendell, The Sunday Times

“I didn’t myself believe that the job could satisfactorily be done, but she has proved me wrong.” – P D James, Observer