The Burleigh school was dying. It would be called a mercy killing were it not for the little band of inept, eccentric, or otherwise unemployable teachers who depended on this absolutely awful English boys’ academy for their meagre livelihoods. A lack of funds, facilities, and foresight had brought Burleigh to the very edge of extinction. Now someone planned to give it one final, deadly push.

Malice was afoot behind the ivied walls, trailing hard on the heels of Hilary Frome, Headmaster Crumwallis’s unfortunate choice for the next headboy. For when something sinister popped up in the punch on Parents’ Evening, when nasty pranks became no joke, the next event at bloody Burleigh was bound to be . . . simply murder.