From the back cover:
When Marian Frenche signed on as a tour companion to rich, young, unhappy Stella Marten, she was unaware that she had taken her first step on a journey into terror.
The tour of Greece started out peacefully enough. Then within a few days one of the members was killed by a strange fall in a darkened grotto. An unfortunate accident they said. But Marian was not so sure. She began to experience a chill of apprehension. She could feel the evil vibrations that were slowly turning the trip into a nightmare.
Two more people had near accidents. Then sudden death struck again.
Now Marian was certain there was a murderer hidden among the innocent tourists. And she was equally certain that she had somehow become the next target.
When Marian Frenche signed on as a tour companion to rich, young, unhappy Stella Marten, she was unaware that she had taken her first step on a journey into terror.
The tour of Greece started out peacefully enough. Then within a few days one of the members was killed by a strange fall in a darkened grotto. An unfortunate accident they said. But Marian was not so sure. She began to experience a chill of apprehension. She could feel the evil vibrations that were slowly turning the trip into a nightmare.
Two more people had near accidents. Then sudden death struck again.
Now Marian was certain there was a murderer hidden among the innocent tourists. And she was equally certain that she had somehow become the next target.
I consider Aiken Hodge a "guilty pleasure", the best of the historical/mystery/romance authors I used to call "junk books" when I was a teenager. She was, for me, a cut above the Victoria Holt/Phyllis Whitney-type stuff I liked then. She's the only one I'm willing to re-read as an adult, and I've been enjoying doing so. But Strangers in Company is one of her weakest efforts; the plot is pretty unbelievable, writing disjointed, characters sketchy and interchangeable. A disappointment.
