There was something quaint about Why Didn’t They Ask Evans? It made me think of Enid Blyton, especially in our detective duo, Bobby and Frankie. Almost childlike.
Frankie is a lady Frances, moneyed as Doctor Who would put it. You would assume it would be Frankie that was the stuffiest of the pair but it’s the Vicar’s son, Bobby, who’s a bit aggravating. I liked the mystery. As our detective duo say themselves it’s as if they have missed the first act and have only become involved in the second.
Good enough fun.
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