No hanging around here. By page 10 two are dead and Hamish suspended. Good riddance to unscrupulous con artist Captain Davenport, found stuffed up a chimney. Shame about humble sweep Peter Ray - wrong place, wrong time.
Ahead lies a little more than normal of everything. The case takes longer to solve (though fewer pages), more places are involved, the body count higher.
Locally based chapters remain the main attraction, Hamish literally in his element. Always uplifting is the thought of him going about his duties, often accompanied by his two pets - a wild cat called Sonsie and Lugs the dog with ears like Dumbo. Then there are the familiar residents, by now regarded by many faithful readers as friends.
Less happy perhaps are some of the scenes elsewhere - especially when Hamish, not for the first time, is breaking into property or disguised.
Addicts (I one, having read 22 of the 26 books) will find much to enjoy, but some may feel uneasy about the direction taken in later chapters. They seem a little out of control, almost as though improvised whilst being written. (Humble apologies to M.C. Beaton if they had in fact been carefully planned.)
It feels a betrayal to carp when the long running series gives so much pleasure! DCI Blair may seem well past his sell-by date and the villains may not exactly convince, but Hamish himself remains a joy. One warms to the maverick policeman ever showing compassion, he so adept at looking the other way if discretion is required and no good can result. He serves Lochdubh and surrounding villages well, as indeed he does the reader.