Sir Manuel Camargue's death was ruled Misadventure, yet in spite of himself, Chief Inspector Wexford has niggling doubts.Sir Manuel Camargue, one of the greatest flautists of his time, was dead. An old man, ankle-deep in snow, he lost his foothold in the dark, slipping into water to be trapped under a lid of ice. Only a glove remained to point where he lay, one of its fingers pointing up out of the drifts.There's nothing Chief Inspector Wexford likes better than an open-and-shut case. They're so restful. And yet there are one or two niggling doubts — and the disturbing return of Camargue's daughter, now a considerable heiress, after an absence of nineteen years.Is Wexford going to listen to that nagging inner voice of his? And if he does, what exactly does he plan to do? - from Amzon