England, 1954. On a train to London, Fitzwilliam meets Miss Pinkerton, who tells him that a killer is on the loose in the sleepy English village of Wychwood under Ashe. The villagers believe the deaths are accidents, but Miss Pinkerton knows otherwise — and when she’s later found dead on her way to Scotland Yard, Fitzwilliam feels he must find the killer before they can strike again.
If you would like to watch a preaching style sermon about how evil White people are, I recommend you to turn this show on. If you, like me, were hoping for an Agatha Christie style mystery then you'll need to look elsewhere. What a load of tosh this weak attempt at entertainment. Absolute rubbish.
