"On n'est pas dans le futurisme, mais dans un drame bourgeois ou un thriller atmosphérique"
Ever since televisions Antiques Road Show passed by that way, the inhabitants of Mr Mosleys patchthe hill country of the Yorkshire-Lancashire borderhave become avid collectors of bric-a-brac. And Dickie Holgate, with a junk-cum-antique stall in the market-place of the little town of Bagshawe Broome, is doing very well as a result. That is, until Mosley spots one or two items of doubtful provenance among the chromium-plated teapots and bone-handled cutlery. Reducing his superiorsespecially Detective-Superintendent Tom Grimshawto a state of nervous prostration, and accompanied by an admiring, if uncomprehending, Sergeant Beamish, Mosley, in his black homburg and overcoat, strolls through scenes of ever-increasing comic confusion to a final satisfying denouement. What, Me, Mr Mosley? is the sixth, and sadly, the last, of John Greenwoods Inspector Mosley novels. In its humour, wit, and nicely judged North-of-England atmosphere, this is a fitting and worthy conclusion to the series.
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