In a remote house in the middle of Dartmoor, six shadowy figures huddle around a small table for a seance. Tension rises as the spirits spell out a chilling message: 'Captain Trevelyan... dead... murder.' Is this black magic or simply a macabre joke? The only way to be certain is to locate Captain Trevelyan. Unfortunately, his home is six miles away and, with snow drifts blocking the roads, someone will have to make the journey on foot... 'An excellent book to take away for a weekend reading.' New York Times 'You can't go wrong with this one, certainly the best of the always high-grade Christie items in quite some time.' Books