Read the last chapters twice and still did not get it! Now, I am quite prepared to accept that the fault could be mine. I found it pretty convoluted and perhaps I've just missed it. The point is, however, that much of the story lacks substance and a lot of narrative is meaningless. There is just no call for describing the whole business of putting a kettle on to boil. Team that with a lass dressed rather nicely for a funeral, in her high heels and all, spending a whole day and taking up three quarters of the book trudging around a muddy lake, rowing across it... going to the funeral... indulging in detective work and interviewing locals... digging up a muddy allotment (once wiping mud off high heeled shoe). Oh, No. I've said too much already. But, as I said, it could just be me.