<p><span style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 1)">The man was not meant to die; the daggers were only theatrical props, plastic and harmless. </span></p><p><span style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 1)">A summer's night, a production of Julius Caesar among the ruins of an Anglo-Saxon fort. Detective Inspector Tremayne is there with his sergeant, Clare Yarwood. </span></p><p><span style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 1)">The assassination scene, the man collapses to the ground, Brutus defending his actions; Mark Antony's rebuke.</span></p><p><span style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 1)">It was meant to be high drama, not murder, but someone's switched the daggers.</span></p><p><span style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 1)">The man's death, in plain view of two serving police officers.</span></p><p><span style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 1)">They're a disparate group, the amateur actors. One's an estate agent, another, an accountant. And then there is the teenage man, the gay, the funeral director. And what about the women? They could be involved.</span></p><p><span style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 1)">They've all got a secret, but which of those on the stage wanted Gordon Mason, the actor who had portrayed Caesar, dead?</span></p>