The Singing Masons: An Inspector Knollis Mystery

He shone the torch into the depths of the well. There was water at the foot of the shaft. Something dark and mis-shapen was huddled against the brickwork.

What Old Heatherington doesn’t know about bee-keeping isn’t worth knowing. But the behaviour of the bees that day was extraordinary—they swarmed to a new hive where no hive should have been, and which was damp to boot. There was the smell of cyanide; and in an abandoned well below the hive, was discovered the dead body of local philanderer...