Miss Howatch's Wales-based coven is cosy indeed; the attendants of that oddly magnetic young man, Tristan Poole, are middle-aged and anxious to please, although they're apt to foul up their assignments. The group inhabits the Court of Walter Colwyn under the guise of a natural foods society. Poole is pretty much in control of Walter and the assorted relatives that flock in for one reason or another. There are two murders by possessed animals, a drugged bride and a Lammas whoopla is underway when a child sends Poole's possessor off in a puff of brimstone. Just the right breezy tone for this kind of amusement which zips along like the Old Harry.