Ngaio Marsh. Died In The Wool (1945) Set in New Zealand. A bossy, well meaning, self-satisfied MP disappears one evening during sheep-shearing season. Her body is found in a bale of wool a few weeks later. Alleyn is in New Zealand on a security mission. Acting semi-officially, he winkles out the motives, real and disguised; sets a few relationships right; and, most importantly, lifts the clouds of suspicion darkening the lives of the innocent.
A well-done puzzle. Marsh’s ability to create ambience and character keeps these now ancient books fresh. I enjoyed this reread. ***
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