I enjoyed this English small town mystery, which seemed in many ways a classic British mystery, ala Miss Marple. It was perhaps more complex, with a multitude of point-of-view characters that needed some tracking. I like complex stories, so this was a plus for me rather than a detraction. The book was published in 1947, so few are likely to know of it. I found it on my shelf when I was culling my book collection, and decided to read it before passing it on. I'm glad I did. The book came from a used book sale, most likely, from the Larchmont Public Library in New York, and I have no idea how it came to be on my shelf. The story involves the disliked owner of a hat shop/beauty spa/tea shop business, neighbors and employees, whose stories all relate to a series of suicides followed by murders of the shop owner and one of her employees. As the detective looks into the crimes the stories of each of many characters is revealed, and all come together in a satisfactory ending. It is a good book and likely I would have read more by this writer. A fun device was the beginning of each chapter with a line from an old nursery rhyme, which ultimately figures in the story. It is a good and entertaining book, however, not a great book, and therefore I am giving it three stars, and I recommend it for lovers of Agatha Christie.