A classic winter’s crime novel by one of the most highly regarded exponents of the genre.
Victor Harleston awoke with uncharacteristic optimism. Today he would be rich at last. Half an hour later, he gulped down his breakfast coffee and pitched to the floor, gasping and twitching. When the doctor arrived, he recognised instantly that it was a fatal case of poisoning and called in Scotland Yard.
Despite an almost complete absence of clues, the circumstances were so suspicious that Inspector Hanslet soon referred the evidence to his friend and mentor, Dr Lancelot Priestley, whose deductions revealed a diabolically ingenious murder that would require equally fiendish ingenuity to solve.
Bookish
2024-03-04
Solid mystery even if a bit exasperating waiting for the detectives to solve the mystery as the author laid out the clues so that the reader figures it all out early on. Some parts are drawn out such as the Gustav allegory. While not aa clever as say a Christie or Sayers mystery it was entertaining. The narrator has a lovely voice reminiscent of Richard Harris.