I found, on looking into our archives, that I have actually read and reviewed previous books in the Inspector Jack Harris series by John Dean (an English writer, not the American Watergate figure). I was ambivalent about the two books I reviewed before – Jack Harris as a character does not entirely please me. Still, the books are okay as stories, and I enjoyed The Girl In the Meadow, number 10 in the series.

Near the English village of Levton Bridge stands Meadowview House, an abandoned country property that has recently been acquired by a wildlife trust. Then a strange man suddenly appears to disrupt the proceedings – he claims to be the unacknowledged natural son of the former owner, with a right to inheritance. This rouses the ire of Inspector Harris, an animal lover who used to play in the house with his friends when he was young.

But it becomes a professional matter for him when workers remodeling the house discover a woman’s skeleton concealed under the floor. The mystery of who this woman is, and the repercussions that follow when she is identified, lend increasing dramatic tension to the plot.

John Dean is a good writer, and the story worked out in ways that kept my interest. I continue less than over the moon about Harris himself as a hero – he is tactless, and his subordinates walk on eggshells in discussions, afraid to contradict him. But I think he’s softened a little from the earlier books in the series. I felt the book contained, like so many police mysteries nowadays, an unnecessary surplus of female cops, but that’s my prejudice.

The Girl In the Meadow was an entertaining book. Not much above minimum literary requirements, but fewer and fewer books are up to that minimum these days. So I recommend it.