The first few pages of this were glorious, but then it settled into what I thought was a pretty run of the mill murder mystery except that it was all vaguely incomprehensible because it assumed I understood literally anything about Morris dancing, which I do not, and is apparently enormously silly.

Also, I can't believe this book from the 50s can have a "queer bi-sexual hat" and not have a picture, much less even otherwise describe it.