Lord Peter Wimsey bent down over General Fentiman and drew the Morning Post gently away from the gnarled old hands. Then, with a quick jerk, he lifted the quiet figure. It came up all of a piece, stiff as a wooden doll . . .
But how did the general die? Who was the mysterious Mr X who fled when he was wanted for questioning? And which of the general's heirs, both members of the Bellona Club, is lying?
Read MoreI admire her novels . . . she has great fertility of invention, ingenuity and a wonderful eye for detail.She combined literary prose with powerful suspense, and it takes a rare talent to achieve that. A truly great storyteller.D. L. Sayers is one of the best detective story writers. - Daily Telegraph