My mother used to call me a duck egg."" ""Tropospheric scatter equipment. The spheres are called radomes."" ""Well, fancy that.... In my day three balls meant a pawnbroker."" If you find this conversation hard to follow, the same may be true of the incredibly intricate events which take place in a West Riding mill town where a young girl's body turns up in an emerald green dye vat. The fact that her tresses have been lopped off mesh this murder with one of two years before, still outstanding on Detective Sugden's books, and braid into a code, a rare treatise on Longe Haire, and other curios. In fact this ""proper muck up"" is long-haired, demanding, different, and nobbut for plain folk.