Tey's last book (published posthumously) features Alan Grant on extended leave following a breakdown. Quite accidentally he intervenes in the case of a dead man found in a sleeping-car, and inadvertently walks off with the newspaper in which the deceased had scribbled some lines of poetry. Gradually, acting in a completely private capacity, he discovers that the body was travelling under a false name, and that he was murdered, the motive being rather outlandish. As usual the book is as much about Grant himself as it is about the crime, and there are some delightful minor characters (Grant's young cousin Pat is particularly well-written) together with some pungent thoughts on Scottish Nationalism. On the downside (from some viewpoints, anyway) rather a lot of time is spent pursuing a trail which turns out a complete red-herring. This book divides opinions, but it's a favourite of mine. ( )

This was Tey’s last Alan Grant mystery. I always enjoy her books and this one was very satisfying. Tey's books tend to be novels instead of just a puzzle to solve. This one was a good novel and an intriguing puzzle.

As Grant leaves the train in Scotland where he has gone for an extended rest because of work stress he passes a compartment where there is a dead body. He absent mindedly picks up a newspaper from the scene on which is written an unusual “poem”.

The beasts that talk,
The streams that stand,
The stones that walk,
The singing sand.
........................
........................
That guard the way
To Paradise

He becomes engrossed in trying to discover who this dead man is and why he wrote the poem. His answer is surprising. ( )

The beasts that talk
The streams that stand
The stones that walk
The singing sands

Tey writes mysteries, but her excellences are those of a novelist. She fashions unforgettable characters. She describes the natural world precisely and beautifully. She is very funny. Her puzzle mechanics are less central. As they should be. 3.2.08 ( )

Interesting mystery. More novel than mystery.. ( )

3480. The Singing Sands, by Josephine Tey (read 28 Aug 2001) I was that impressed by The Daughter of Time that I decided to read another of Tey's books. (She died in 1952.) I thought the story moved somewhat slowly, and the technique of the ending was not appreciated. I don't think I need read anything else of Tey's. ( )