After an interminable multi-biographical run-down of the personae while Joanna, assistant to a London antique dealer, is driving toward the Lake Country pile of Lord Askew, the tale gets right down to a predictable series of Gothic exhalations: "". . .it was then that I saw him/her/it!"" The mysteries are linked to artifacts: a missing El Greco, a Rembrandt copy, a jewel which packs a curse and even a real skeleton in the closet. Among the inhabitants of the manor: property poor Lord Askew, an agreeable widower, a tight-lipped steward, a ""Condesa."" And there's a family hallucination -- a white dog on the road who whisks out of sight as this will whisk out of mind. Serviceable.