Malcolm Pembroke has five wives -- all of them exes -- nine children including an amateur jockey, a seemingly limitless talent for making money from the movement of gold on the financial markets, and a suspicious police force on his tail convinced that he held his soon to be fifth ex-wife’s face down in a bag of potting compost until she stopped breathing.
They don’t believe that someone knocked him unconscious with an unexpected blow to the back of the head, then stuffed him into his car, fed a length of pipe into the window, and turned on the engine; they’ve dismissed it as remorse for his wife’s murder, or a clumsy attempt to divert suspicion from him.