Julie Hill
By the time I came to read this book, I had watched the relevant episode (fifth from ten) of the BBC Series "Murder, Mystery and My Family", which I found disappointing. The programme makers seemed to focus on two things: local gossip about Mary Lefley's loose morals; and grim pictures of what they called a rice pudding, which looked like no rice pudding I have ever seen, or cooked or eaten for which I am grateful. They brushed over the case of Mary Lefley with a very broad brush indeed, and did little by way of investigation, before presenting their 'findings' to the judge for his consideration. Thankfully, I had in my possession this excellent book, which does all the things that the BBC should have done and failed to do, in presenting to someone like myself, who had never even heard of Mary Lefley until recently, a serious account of the events surrounding the death of William Lefley in 1884 (not 1882, as stated by the blurb for the episode on BBC iplayer). The fact that I read the book in one day is testament to how engaging a read it is. The style is witty, yet not frivolous; serious, yet not dense; investigative, rather than sensationalist. Fact is expertly separated from fiction, especially with regard to not one newspaper source, but all those available to the modern researcher. Anomalies between various accounts of events are scrutinised and questioned. It is quite clear that many sources were examined closely, in order to give a comprehensive picture of the last few months of Mary Lefley's life. The author questions how and why certain things were done and said at the time, as well as what was not done or said: why, for instance, were contradictions from key witnesses, about the location of the key to the Lefley house, not challenged in court? The author sets the scene evocatively and brings the characters in this tragic case alive, with as much skill as any reputable writer of Crime Fiction; yet, the story' never strays into the realms of fiction or sensationalism. It provokes questions, without casting final judgement, and does not purport to solve' the case or to accuse any other individual suspect' of the murder of William Lefley. That is left for the reader to contemplate, at the end of nine absorbing chapters. I started and finished reading this book three days ago; I may have to read it again very soon, as it is lingering in my thoughts. Though I wholeheartedly recommend it, I would not wish to part with my copy, so may have to buy more copies for family and friends mine is not available for loan!