A review by melissa_who_reads
The Singing Sands by Josephine Tey

4.0

This is my second time through this book. I'm still disappointed by the romance angle in the book; why doesn't he fall in love with the lovely Zoe? But this time I felt like maybe that was the right choice ...

Alan Grant heads up to Scotland to combat a bad case of claustrophobia. As he's getting off the train after a night of nightmares in his too-small sleeping compartment, the sleeping car attendant finds a dead body, and Grant breaks the news to him that calling the police is the right way to go. At the same time, he absently picks up the dead man's newspaper, which on inspection over coffee in the station leads to a scribbled poem .... which leads Alan to not quite believe the official report that dead man was an unsatisfactory sort named Charles Martin, a mechanic whose French family is all too glad to identify a dead man as the bad son who left under a cloud.

But is it? And if it isn't, who is it? The puzzle leads Grant out of his lethargy and eventually out of his claustrophobia, as he journeys around Scotland and eventually back to London in pursuit of answers.

A good one. The mystery is as satisfactory as the romance is not so much ....