An amusing trifle--but hardly in a class with Watson's better Flaxborough village mysteries, because this case for Inspector Purbright doesn't have the imaginative business-schemes and the splendid villainy (via Lucilla Teatime) that sometimes make the Watson formula soar. The fuss this time, in fact, is awfully conventional: why is there so much interest in a tacky, plaster representation of a cottage that's being auctioned off? Local grande dame Mrs. Moldham-Clegg wants it (to the tune of 400 pounds!). So does a shady stranger--who turns up dead. And the sleuthing leads to old family scandals, old family retainers, hidden wills, illegitimate babies, a jeweled necklace, and other tongue-in-cheek conventions (""My dear friends, what is this but a thirties detective story?""). Giddy, knowing fun--but far from inspired this time around.