"There would be one chance—and one chance only—to convince the family of my worth. If I failed, I would remain forever an outcast. There wasn’t a second to waste."
This is a critical juncture in the life and deeds of Flavia de Luce. The mother that she never had a chance to know, Harriet, is coming home……….or rather, her body is being returned to the family mansion.
Who is this Flavia de Luce? She is the youngest of three daughters of the current occupiers of the De Luce estate, Buckshaw. Everything has been on the decline since Harriet died and Flavia’s father is a prime example of that. Everything is seen from the perspective of 12 year old Flavia de Luce, who sees her work in the mansion's chemical lab as central to her life. She is a bright bulb with excess drive and a dearth of conscience. She barely gets along with anyone and has no close friends outside of her sisters with whom she constantly is at war. For those who have been following the series through the first five books, you know that the previous book ended with a “cliff-hanger.” We knew that in this book we (and Flavia) would finally find out a lot more about her mother.
But what Flavia gets is a coffin moved off a special train and accompanied by Britain’s finest (including ex-PM, Winston Churchill). At the same time as this is going on, there is a death at the train station (murder?) that for once doesn’t capture Flavia’s full attention. It can’t until things involving her mother are resolved.
Flavia goes through a full range of emotions of which the most important might be that she will use her vast knowledge of science to bring Harriet back to life and restore her father’s mental balance. "With Harriet home and alive and happy among us on the drawing room hearth, Father would be a different person. He would laugh, make jokes, hug us, ruffle our hair, play games with us, and, yes, perhaps even kiss us."
And there are darker thoughts: "I wonder if she had time to suspect, as she saw me standing there staring up at her, that Harriet had come back from the dead for vengeance."
As much as readers of this series have learned to have faith in Flavia’s abilities, this seems a good bit beyond reality and we are anxious as to how she will cope with the coming disappointments. Flavia is trying very hard to please. For example: “Feely was by this time back into the Beethoven sonata. I put the teacup silently on the table and sat down in a bolt upright, attentive position with my knees together, my hands folded daintily in my lap, modeling my posture on Cynthia Richardson, the vicar’s wife. I even pursed my lips a little prunishly."
Because she gets along well with the help, and she is a great observer of human/English conventions, we get some great insights into how Buckshaw and the people in the neighboring village conduct themselves and speak of things.
"“Her Majesty is demanding a cup of tea,” I told Mrs. Mullet. “If you’ll be so good as to make one, I’ll take it in to her myself.”
“Of course,” said Mrs. Mullet. “You shall ’ave it in two shakes of a dead lamb’s tail.”
Mrs. M always said “in two shakes of a dead lamb’s tail” when she was peeved but didn’t want to show it. “ ‘A dead lamb’s tail’ is a way of saucin’ ’em off without gettin’ yourself into ’ot water. It means ‘kiss my chump’ without actually sayin’ so,” she had once confided, but had now, obviously, forgotten she’d told me.
"“Mr. Churchill was at the station,” I found myself saying. “He spoke to me.” Oh, fluff! I had blurted it out without thinking.
“Winnie quite often likes to insert himself at the heart of the action,” Adam told me. “Rather like Alfred Hitchcock’s cameo appearances in his own films, but somewhat more risky."
This is a high point in the series and we get a full measure of all the things we have come to enjoy: history, social commentary, comedic behavior, personal drama, deep dark secrets, various levels of mystery and the interesting perspective of a bright young girl. Or as Flavia says:
"For better or for worse, I had done what I had done, and now there was no going back. I had done the right thing and I would jolly well have to live with it."