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Lady Darriby-Jones had hoped for a peaceful Mothering Sunday, a quiet return to her charming estate after the chaotic business of sorting out her daughter's trust fund in London. But serenity is swiftly derailed when she's met at Darriby Halt station by none other than DCI 'Rude' Manners—Britain's most bumbling detective—who promptly accuses her of murdering her own maid.

Against her will and better judgment, the elegant Lady Darriby-Jones sets off with her loyal household to the picturesque coast of Devon. Her destination? The charming estate of her dear friends, the identical Barrington-Webb triplet sisters. Renowned for their flourishing military supply firm, inherited from their late father, the Barrington-Webb sisters have always been the darlings of Devonshire society.

When Lady Darriby-Jones sees off her husband's nephew at the train station, she considers her good deed for the day complete. Rewarding herself with a day of shopping in the city, she revels in the anticipated tranquility of her return to the Darriby estate. However, her satisfaction shatters upon receiving a distressing message upon her return—Freddie never reached his destination. With a sinking feeling, Lady Darriby-Jones embarks on a journey up north, determined to unravel this mystery. As she delves into the disappearance, the plot thickens with the discovery of a lifeless body.

When an American party of intellectuals, who boast of knowledge of a rare slug species, ask Lady Darriby-Jones to stay at Darriby Hall, she hesitantly agrees. She is in for a rude awakening when one of them is found dead with a gunshot wound. She thought it would be a matter that might be swept under the carpet until she's identified as a suspect. It leads her to wonder:Who's the trigger-happy culprit? When did they turn into a slug-slayer? How on earth did they pull off this shocking slug-icide? And . . . Why, oh why, would anyone shoot a slug savant?