Summer 1956. Two pretty PR girls — otherwise known as Brighton Belles — find a young man from the council dead in a deckchair. Thus begins the sequel to the equally wonderful A Shot in the Dark. It is a merry sand dance that involves gold bars, waxworks, Interpol and humbugs. Lynne Truss is clearly having a great time — and so does the reader. There is a smile, giggle or guffaw on every page.