Ronnie Calder and his niece Deborah Fellowes, hunting foxes one evening, startle a stranger who leaves behind a set of fingerprints--and later a stolen shotgun--that lead the pair, and Deborah's CID husband Ian, back to the two-year-old deaths of sharp-dealing car salesman Nathaniel Connerty and Daniel Graham, one of the biggest investors in Nat's schemes. Suicide and accident, said the police at the time; but if the explanation's that simple, what became of the pot of cash Nat had been packing for his imminent getaway? Could his widow Jacinthe or her old housekeeper Mary Jablinska--now rekindling her ancient affair with Ronnie after a generation's lapse--know where it is? Half whodunit, half treasure hunt, and disappointingly muffled on both counts. Newcomers to veteran Hammond's Highlands would do better to cut their teeth on Sting in the Tail (p. 988).