A vividly-drawn picture of post war England as it struggles to emerge from wartime austerity. This detective story is skillfully constucted and features a host of well-observed characters whose difficult lives are linked by the old Great Central Railway and a most unusual crime. Bags of wonderful nostalgia and a a gripping denoument. Thoroughly enjoyable on several levels.
- Tony Boullemier, author of Leonie and the last Napoleon.


An absolutely rivetting story
RP, British Railway Modelling,
October 2008, Vol16, no 7
It was a period of austerity, of ration books, black marketeers and spivs. It was 1946 and for many people in their struggle for survival, it was a time when one had to simply make-do-and-mend which is why, possibly, one of the characters in this , the first in a series of Inspector Vignoles stories, happens to be a dressmaker, a practical woman, and evidently a very attractive lady too! We now wait for 1947 to come along and learn how our dressmaker deal with the 'New Look'. But here the focus is on Inspector Vignoles and his assistantr Sergeant Trinder of the railway police, who need to bring to justice a gang of counterfeiters who use the railway as an important element in their villany. This is not so much a whodunnit but 'how do you catch the buggers red-handed and make the court case stick' sort of book which leaves a few questions unanswered, but nevertheless doesn't stop it from being an absolutely riveting story. It has all the elements of a cracking yarn - tension and suspense that wills the good guys  to hurry up and catch the villains and a love interest whcih albeit comes as a bit of an afterthough but hopefully can be developed in future books.
By setting the scene with Woodford Halse engine shed as the main backdrop, perhaps the author is limiting his scope for future Inspector Vignoles stories asit is hardly credible that one single engine shed is a breeding ground for a wide range of serious crime. Through some of the charaterisation one can easily imagine a typical 1940's  scenario, for example, the young fitters made careful notes of their observations, diary-like, around Woodfrod Shed. One could have some sympathy for the individual who allowed himself to be sucked in under the tempting influence of the villains after a lifetime's service to the local railway and local community and after a while realising, only too late, that htere was no turnig back.
On the other hand, the author hands a form of natural justice  to the fellow who has nastiness writ large and deep within him like a stick of seaside rock; thereby reaching a most satisfyingly spectacular, albeit gruesome, conclusion.
It would be nice to see Inspector Vignoles join the likes of Morse and Wexford in the expanding ranks of literary sleuths.