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This book is a complete disappointment and fans of Peter Robinson should give it a miss. I agree with the review by Joan Barfoot in the Whig Standard. The character has no depth and the reader couldn't care less what happens to him. Chris Lowndes is a stereo-type and even the description of Kilnsgate House reads like an old Victorian novel. The plot is so thin as to be almost non-existent. After 100 pages, I was bored stiff. Shame on Peter Robinson for writing such nonsense. The Inspector Banks books are well-written but this book as a literary exercise just doesn't measure up.