So there’s this older mature woman. She’s a semi-famous mystery writer, and she looks very distinguished and mature but still good natured with a hint of child-like wonder. Anyway, she goes to visit her friend who’s sick and needs some semi-major surgery, in the English countyside. It’s semi-major, but there’s the off chance that she might need a kidney, and this is just the sort of issue for an older mature woman to deal with since people want to know what to do in these touchy situations, and usually these older intelligent women have respectable solutions that we can live with.
Anyway, when she’s there, there’s a murder and since last time she was there there was a murder she helped solve, since she’s a mystery writer and stuff, the local police detective reluctantly asks her for help. The detective is happy to see her and all, but he just doesn’t like asking for help because he’s a stubborn older man and a little bit sexually attracted to our older woman. So, she’s here sort of juggling scenes between her friend and solving the mystery amidst this beautiful countryside, and her older male second hand man who seems to follow her everywhere for some reason and helps her solve mysteries in a friendship-based support capacity, is there too.
So, it turns out same as last time, the butler did it. And this lady’s really good, and she pieces a lot of random clues together, so everyone’s sure she’s right. It’s just that this town has the worst butler luck ever.


