It’s a long time since my last Freddy book (can it possibly be three years? Write faster, Miss Benson!), and I’d almost forgotten how much fun they are. Here Freddy attends the Smithfields Agricultural Show, a place where even Freddy couldn’t get into trouble, you’d have thought, but no, there’s a murder right in front of him, and inevitably he’s sucked into the mystery. This time, his great rival from another newspaper, Corky Beckwith, is also on the case, or at least interfering and throwing everything into disarray.
Happily, Freddy is intrepid enough not to be deterred, despite dastardly attacks on his person, and the later parts of the book become rather thrilling, and an exercise in derring-do. This is one of the great benefits of Freddy over the author’s previous sleuth, Angela Marchmont, that Freddy can clamber about on roofs and get into fisticuffs with the bad guys, which Angela was far too ladylike to do. However, there’s not the same mystery about Freddy’s past. I so enjoyed finding out bit by bit all Angela’s little secrets.
That’s neither here nor there, however, it’s just my little perpetual moan about Freddy. I’d have liked to see more of his aristocratic family and friends, who were somewhat absent on this outing, but the mystery was intriguing, with any number of unexpected twists and turns, and I thoroughly enjoyed it, even the high stress bits where it looked like Freddy’s number was up. Five stars.