From the Publisher
Singers and musicians are gathered for a course in folk music that will occupy a weekend in the fantastic country mansion called Follymead. Most come only to sing or to listen, but one or two have nonmusical scores to settle. When brilliantly talented Liri Palmer sings Black, black, black is the color of my trueloves heart! His tongue is like a poisoned dart, The coldest eyes and the lewdest hands, she clearly has a message for someone in the audience. Passions run high. There is murder brewing at Follymead. A classic mystery by Ellis Peters.