<b>As in all the best country house whodunnits,</b> the family sit down to tea with the murderer, without, of course, having a clue as to who their nemesis is. And the family are such <i>charming</i> people. The brainiest daughter, Danielle, for example, in the words of her least favourite brother, “… boils and bristles with bile like a conjured witch rising out of a cauldron. … Every conversation is hand-to-hand combat, every third word a knife driven deep into a back. She is sympathy and empathy free, charging forwards forever like an engine of unquenchable ambition.” And then we have another ‘interesting’ sibling, “… the man with no name, the Right Dishonourable Philip Andrews, Minister for Hot Air and Waffle in Her Majesty’s Mis-government.” And there are so many more of these cheerful folk – a bad time is sure to be had by all, except of course, for the murderer. A quite possibly deranged fan of whodunnits, he or she seems to be having the time of their life. Only one person can stop them and time is running out … <b>For A.B., a former book editor,</b> ‘A Man Twice Dead’, “… fizzes with inventiveness and ingenuity.” <b>For Delwyn Swingewood,</b> it is, “… a country house murder mystery with a difference.”<br><br>