It is a truth universally acknowledged that a policeman taking a holiday would barely have had time to open his suitcase before he finds his first corpse. Commander Sam Vimes of the Ankh-Morpork City Watch is on holiday in the pleasant & innocent countryside but not for him a mere body in the wardrobe. There are many many bodies
- & an ancient crime more terrible than murder. He is out of his jurisdiction out of his depth out of bacon sandwiches occasionally snookered & out of his mind. But never out of guile. Where there is a crime there must be a finding there must be a chase & there must be a punishment. They say that in the end all sins are forgiven. But not quite all... Winner of the Bollinger Everyman Wodehouse Prize for Comic Fiction