A classic older British mystery takes CID Inspector Henry Tibbett and his lovely wife Emmy on a ski holiday that is supposed to have Henry unofficially keeping an eye and ear open for smuggling. A clever murderer turns up and all the international guests at the remote and accessible only by the chair lift, ski lodge become suspects. Passion, greed, secrets,lies, and nastiness abound as Henry helps the local police sort it all out.
Very enjoyable mystery with lots of red herrings. A murder takes place on a ski lift. Someone coming down gets killed by someone coming up. The problem is... there were a lot of people coming up, and, as it turns out, a lot of them also had good reason for killing the victim. By the time the book ends, you feel you know most of the characters well. And that includes the compulsive liars.
Dead Men Don't Ski (1958) introduces Henry Tibbett, a Scotland Yard Inspector. When Henry and his wife Emmy decided to take a skiing vacation, his superiors decide this is a perfect opportunity to investigate drug smuggling connected to Santa Chiara, a small village in the Italian Alps. Henry and Emmy throw themselves wholeheartedly into skiing lessons and getting to know their fellow guests until one is shot on the ski lift connecting the hotel to the village below.Henry's affable gentlemanly exterior hides a sharp mind and a nose for crime. This series opener is a thoroughly enjoyable example of the classic British detective novel enlivened with a beautifully rendered setting.