An untimely death wipes the smile from Hamish’s face . . .
In Scotland, where thrift and a ‘nice set of dentures’ are generally admired, Dr Frederick Gilchrist’s cheap rates and penchant for pulling teeth have gained him quite a clientele. However, wiser Highlanders – like Hamish Macbeth – opt to steer clear of this reputed womanizer’s all-too-busy hands. Only jaw-throbbing agony drives Hamish to Gilchrist’s surgery, but what he finds there is the dentist’s dead body – putting several angry husbands in the frame for murder . . .
Praise for M.C. Beaton:
‘The books are a delight: clever, intricate, sardonic and amazingly true to the real Highlands’ Kerry Greenwood
‘It’s always a special treat to return to Lochdubh’ New York Times
