It was the BBC Series that introduced me to Mrs. Bradley and her strong, silent type of a chauffeur. The Rising of the Moon is written from the point of view of two adventurous schoolboys and it takes a while to work out where Mrs. Bradley's going to fit in, but so she does, although without the light flirting that the BBC kindly adds for us. Here we have a serial killer, tracked by the boys who are determined to prove their older brother's innocence and almost get their throats cut a few times along the way. It's an exciting tale of plucky young chaps that could almost have been written for schoolboys to read, but it's just a little too gruesome, with enough suspense to give everyone nightmares.
When seemingly innocent young girls are being seen off on a regular basis, the whole town (not called Brentford, but that's where it was set) starts to panic, speculate and point fingers. There's a troubled marriage, some inappropriate relationships and a whole circus thrown in to give us enough red herrings to feed a football team. Mitchell's writing flows beautifully, building up then calming us down again over and over, before the nail-biting finish. It also gives us a great insight into everyday life of inter-war Middlesex. Do get your hands on a copy.