Love a good British mystery. Why does it being British matter? I DON'T KNOW BUT IT DOES.
Tea and murder, please and thank you.
The detective here is Laurence Bartram, and he's not really a detective. He's an expert on English churches. He's been invited to an estate house, Easton Deadall (ominous, yes?), to help an architect friend with his knowledge. This is the second book featuring Mr. Bartram, however, so I believe that if the series continues that death will plague him to the point where he should probably consider just becoming a detective. GIVE IN.
A large part of Bartram's character comes from the fact that he fought in WWI. The traumas affecting those who fought, and the consequences for the nation at large factor heavily in both of the Bartram stories to date. But while that informs the characters, there is actually a mystery here. More than one, really.
Laurence arrives to discover a family inhabiting a crumbling estate, which they aim to renovate, along with the cottages of the nearby village. But even with the Eastons looking to the future, it's not long before he learns that more than a decade ago 5-year-old Kitty Easton disappeared without a trace. Despite the thorough searching that went on at that time, everyone's aware that with the new renovations that they could stumble upon a small set of bones at any moment. Would this be a blessing or a curse? Some members of the family prefer to think that Kitty's still alive.
The best part of this book is the atmosphere the author creates. As characters explore the grounds, from an ancient church to still-watered ponds to a hedge maze the family is in the process of creating, you feel like you're exploring with them. The estate is as much of a character as anyone else in the book, and that's not a bad thing.