The house remembers everything. For centuries it has sat on the moor, watching medieval conflicts, witnessing modern turmoil, absorbing every scream and whisper into its ancient walls. Now, in the uneasy peace after the Great War, a new kind of violence disturbs its silence. Miss Alethea Heredith's ancestral moat-house draws a fragile society together: her nephew Philip, recently married to Violet, a London girl who smokes and despises the country; the old guard of the county, suspicious of outsiders; and a collection of modern guests whose laughter sounds too loud in these hallowed halls. When Violet falls mysteriously ill and then a scream pierces the night, followed by a gunshot and the discovery of her bloodied body, old resentments surface beneath the polite facade. This is Golden Age mystery with genuine Gothic dread. The past won't stay buried, and the house itself seems to be watching.
