Ah, Mary Stewart’s light mystery romances. Always almost as good as going on holiday to nice warm places in southern Europe, with a little excitement thrown in. In this one, our heroine goes to a remote Cretan fishing village on her hols, there to be accidentally embroiled in a thrilling tale of a jewel heist turned murderous, with conveniently placed male fellow tourist to fall for. In some ways very dated, the story is nevertheless very enjoyable, time after time. I realise this author has also written quite a heavy-duty trilogy about Merlin and King Arthur, but I prefer her holiday escapism.