London, 1969. With the Swinging Sixties under way, Detectives Arthur Bryant and John May find themselves caught in the middle of a good, old-fashioned manor house murder mystery.
Hard to believe, but even positively ancient sleuths like Bryant and May of
the Peculiar Crimes Unit were young once . . . or at least younger.
Flashback to London 1969: mods and dolly birds, sunburst
mini-dresses--but how long would the party last?
After
accidentally sinking a barge painted like the Yellow Submarine, Bryant
and May are relegated to baby-sitting one Monty Hatton-Jones, the star
prosecution witness in the trial of a
disreputable developer whose prefabs are prone to collapse. The job for
the demoted detectives? Keep the whistle-blower safe for the weekend.
The task proves unexpectedly challenging when their unruly charge insists on attending a party at the vast estate Tavistock Hall. With falling stone gryphons, secret passageways, rumors of
a mythical beast, and an all-too-real dismembered corpse, the bedeviled
policemen soon find themselves with "a proper country house murder" on
their hands.