Mrs. Melita Pargeter, the well-upholstered, well-heeled widow of a classy crook, follows up her modestly appealing debut (A Nice Class of Corpse) with an even slighter excursion into jocular amateur-sleuthing. Having just moved into Smithy's Loam, a development of six "executive homes," Mrs. P. gets curious about the former owner of the house: Theresa Cotton, youngish, ordinary and happily married (or so it seemed). Why did Theresa give a false forwarding address? Was she about to enter a shady religious commune called the Church of Utter Simplicity? Above all--where is she now? Where, for that matter, is her husband Rod (supposedly working up North but actually vanished)? Both Theresa and Rod will turn up dead, of course. Meanwhile, Mrs. P. focuses her suspicions on the housewives in the other five houses at Smithy's Loam: which of them have Deep Dark Secrets that Theresa uncovered? And, though the plot is wan and skimpy, comfy Mrs. Pargeter is again endearing, mildly amusing company--as she uses her late husband's network of cronies (and her own considerable smarts) to close in on the ho-hum suspect.