The Man Who Killed Fortescue

 The Man Who Killed Fortescue (1928) by Dorothy Stockbridge Tillett [originally under the name John Stephen Strange]

Synopsis from the back of the book: Charles Anstruther, a popular mystery story writer had long been interested in the unsolved murder of the millionaire John Fortescue. He had spent much time and effort sifting all the available evidence and tracking down various clues. And he was near a solution to the case.

One warm summer night Anstruther left his uptown club and took the Fifth Avenue bus home. Double-decker buses were quite common in New York in the 1920s and Anstruther chose to sit well up forward on the upper deck. At the end of the run, at Washington Square, the conductor mounted the stairs for a last survey of the upper seats. Anstruther's crouched figure made no answer to the conductor's polite "End of the run, sir" because sometime during the course of the bus's run his throat had been neatly cut.

It was now up to Van Dusen Ormsberry, a great but very human detective to take charge of this baggling case and determine if the man who killed Fortescue was indeed responsible for Anstruther's death....

Ormsberry suspects this to be very much the case. And he's determined to find out--especially since the Fortescue case was one of his failures. Fortescue's stepdaughter Joan Archer had been accused and tried for the crime, but it wasn't Ormsberry's brilliant detective work that kept her from being found guilty. The jury managed that on their own. But the "not guilty" verdict hasn't saved the young woman's reputation and polite society feels very strongly that there isn't smoke without fire. If only Ormsberry had been able to discover the true villain, then Joan's reputation would have been saved and she might be married to the young man who still loves her. Instead, she has removed herself from society and broken her engagement to Brian Channing.

And...in an awful twist, the police now believe that Brian Channing may have killed both Fortescue (with or without Joan's help) and now Anstruther. Ormsberry is certain that there is something deeper than a lover's wish to free up Joan's inheritance. He follows several clues and finally comes to the conclusion that if he can just discover who the man was whom Anstruther was talking to in the club prior to his fateful bus trip that all will become clear. But how can he identify a man who nobody else saw?

This has a brilliant beginning--with the discovery of the body on the bus and a nice scene where certain witnesses see things that could be interpreted in a variety of ways. If the entire plot had remained as interesting, I would have given this a solid four stars OR if Ormsberry's sidekick "the Admiral" (a young boy who idolizes the amateur detective) had been onstage for more of the proceedings. He does a great deal of good detective work offstage and we just get told about it. It would have been much more enjoyable to join the Admiral in his exploits. ★★★ and 1/2

First line: Despite the oppressive sultriness of the night, the bus that rattled down through the curtained Thirties about half-past nine was almost empty.

Joan cast at him a blighting look expressive of woman's innate conviction at the ineradicable stupidity of man. (p. 275)

Last line: "You bet, sir!" cried the Admiral heartily, as man to man, and on these terms they parted for the night.

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Deaths = 3 (two stabbed; one shot)

Death Likes It Hot

 Death Likes It Hot (1954) by Edgar Box (Gore Vidal)

The third in a trio of mysteries written by Gore Vidal under the name of Edgar Box. After his novel The City and the Pillar (1948) which featured descriptions of homosexuality that caused him to be blacklisted by The New York Times, Vidal donned the Box pseudonym and used it to produce the three novels for cold, hard cash. His series stars Peter Cutler Sargeant III, a publicity man turned amateur detective when his business lands him in the middle of three murder cases.

Although I have all three of Vidal's mysteries, I've been tackling them in a somewhat random order. Having previously read Death Before Bedtime, it looks like our author has a fondness for Golden Age-style country house mysteries. Bedtime was focused on the political scene in 1950s Washington D.C. while the current mystery is set at a lavish beach house in the East Hamptons. Sargeant is hired by Rose Veering to give her the right kind of publicity for an upcoming party. Rose is "new money" and has found it difficult to be accepted in the exclusive Hamptons. She hopes that making a nice splash with a party full of society's best and brightest will help boost her standing. 

So, Sargeant is invited to an advance weekend gathering where he and the hostess can discuss plans for the upcoming event. Also on hand is Veering's niece Mildred and her painter husband Brexton; Allie and Fletcher Claypoole, a brother and sister pair who seem more like a married couple than siblings; and Mary Western Lung, a garrulous author and book columnist who sticks to Sargeant through the weekend like a limpet. It looks like Sargeant's toughest job will be to escape Lung's clutches. Until...

The group goes to the beachfront and has a front row seat to watch Mildred Brexton drown. Fletcher Claypoole and our hero try to reach her in time, but are just too late. Initially, it seems to be a tragic accident caused by the powerful riptide--but then an autopsy proves that Mildred had a handful of sleeping pills before entering the water. Did the unhappy wife choose a very public suicide or did someone spike her breakfast drink? When Sargeant is slugged over the head upon his late-night return to the house, it begins to look a lot like murder. The PR man has had some previous encounters with murder and decides to lend a helping hand to Detective Greaves, the policeman assigned to investigate. But they won't gather sufficient evidence before another death occurs...will they be able to prevent one more?

This one appealed to me more than my previous Gore Vidal outing. Vidal gives us a better portrayal of the country house mystery. There are plenty of suspects and he muddies the waters well. I also liked Sargeant more than in Bedtime. He seems much more engaged in the mystery and more dedicated to detective. He still wants to show up the local detective but he's more consistent this time around. And--Vidal wins points for keeping me mystified until the end. I definitely did not spot the murderer. ★★★★

First line: The death of Peaches Sandoe the midget at the hands, or rather the feet, of a maddened elephant in the sideshow circus at Madison Square Garden was at first thought to be an accident, the sort of tragedy you're bound to run into from time to time if you run a circus with both elephants and midgets in it.

Last line: "Well, you see this elephant..."
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Deaths = 3 (one trampled by elephant; one drowned; one throat cut)

[Finished on 9/17/26]

Murder in Luxury

 Murder in Luxury (1981) by Hugh Pentecost (Judson Philips)

Murder takes over the exclusive Hotel Beaumont once more and its legendary manager Pierre Chambrun and Mark Haskell, his publicity manager and right-hand man, are going to have to stop it in its tracks. When a drug pusher/pimp is found shot to death in the apartment of Valerie Summers, her lawyer (a friend of Chambrun's) presumes upon his old friend to give the lady a place to stay. Valerie had come to New York to escape publicity and bad memories after her beloved husband had died in a fire. She's the lonely, rich heiress of the McCandless fortune who just wanted a place where she could be anonymous and forget the past. But now she finds herself suspect number one in the murder of a man she says she's never seen...and she's beginning to think she carries a load of deadly bad luck for anyone she comes in contact with. Her mother died giving her life. Her husband died in a fire. A friend and her son died in a plane crash after Val gave them the money to fly. And now this. And the man in her apartment isn't the last. Another man is found dead in her hotel room and then the policeman assigned to guard her room is killed. Lieutenant Keegan, the police detective in charge of the case, is sure that Val is mad killer behind that beautiful face. The only problem is--he and another officer and her lawyer were all with her when that police guard was killed. And if she didn't kill him then maybe she didn't kill the other two. But if not...then who did? Chambrun and Haskell are determined to find out.

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The entire time I was reading this I had a feeling of déjà vu. I can find no indication that I have read this one before (not even in the days before blogging), but the ending felt especially familiar. Maybe I read it and just forgot to log it. Anyway...the ending spectacular--mostly due to Mrs. Victoria Haven, the 81-year-old permanent resident of one of the three penthouse suites at the top of the hotel. She comes bursting into the grand finale and does everything she can to get the killer to break his hold on Valerie and Mark. Her time on the stage is well worth the price of admission. The mystery is pretty middle of the road--the culprit isn't well-hidden because, quite frankly, there just aren't many suspects to be had. Especially if you know (as anyone who reads even one of the series will know) that if Chambrun and Haskell are protecting someone in one of their hotel rooms, then that someone didn't do it. But the build-up to the finale is good and I thoroughly enjoy Chambrun and his world. So, overall a good solid read. ★★★ 

First line: Looking back at the many stories I've written about murder and violence at the Beaumont, New York's top luxury hotel, people might get the notion that that gracious and elegant establishment is not a place to stay in safety.

Last line: "I'm sure as hell going to try, ma'am," I said.
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Deaths = 8 (four shot; one natural; one fire; two plane crash)

Property of a Lady

 Property of a Lady (1983) by Anthony Oliver

Margaret Garland came into a fair inheritance when her mother died. She'd spent her time taking care of her mother and hadn't really had much of a life outside the home. She opts to stay in the cottage in Flaxfield rather than the flat in London. One evening when driving home, she spies a young man hitchhiking along the road. Everything she's been taught tells her she shouldn't stop--but seeing his pale face in the rearview mirror, she finds herself braking and giving him a lift. He's in such a bad way that she takes him in and her doctor tells her that it would be best if he weren't moved, but it could be arranged if Margaret would prefer not to have a stranger in the house.

Lizzie Thomas is the nosey parker older woman in the village. Her binoculars (a gift from her friend, retired police inspector John Webber, sees Mark Carter helped into Margaret's house. All her inquisitive instincts are on the alert, but she has a difficult job finding out anything about him at first. It's revealed, however, that he was on his way to visit his mother who is a resident at Henworth Hall--a health spa for wealthy ladies in need of dieting, relaxation, or just some time out of the spotlight. He's also the son of  the (now deceased) well-known antiques dealer who was half of Carter & Monmouth...and he has quite the flair for antiques himself. It soon becomes apparent that Margaret is quite smitten. 

Lizzie on the other hand is bothered by the young man and an incident involving her cat Bunter makes her even more uneasy. Then Mark just up and disappears--and so does his mother. Lizzie can't leave that alone and, so, with the help of Webber and her son-in-law Jimmy "Betsey" Trottwood, a local antiques dealer she sets out to find out everything she can about Mark Carter. Some of it is unsettling indeed, but, as Webber points out, none of it is actionable. They are left in a wait-and-see mode until an explosive grand finale which takes place in the middle of a very tense round of bidding at a local auction.

As I've mentioned in reviews of other titles by Oliver, his strong suit is his characters.  John and Lizzie are well-defined, interesting, and, most importantly, believable people. As are most of the supporting characters. Lizzie is the queen of the art of gossip.  And we know this because Oliver makes it plain in her interactions with the other characters. She manages to find just the right tone to take with each person she talks to and succeeds where more official inquiries fail. I've read mysteries before where a certain character supposedly just had this "quality" that made others confide all sorts of secrets to them...but I never got a real feel for why that was.  I certainly never thought that I'd be spilling the beans to them myself.  With Lizzie, it's different.  I could see her plopping a cup of tea and some biscuits down if front of me and in no time at all she'd know everything I had to tell. I thoroughly enjoy the way Lizzie and John interact and form a team.

Several reviewers have mentioned how humorous Oliver's stories are. I don't think I could say that the mystery itself is humorous; it's really quite dark at times, especially in the finale. But the relationship between Lizzie & John--hysterical. Just the picture of her convincing him to sit in his underpants in front of the coal fire to soothe his arthritis is enough--let alone her running commentary on the matter. 

This really isn't a whodunnit. We know very early on who the suspect is. It is more of a what-exactly-has-he-done and are-we-going-to-be-able-to-prove-it? When it comes to the mystery, I much prefer that there be a definite crime to solve and trying to figure out who did it rather than knowing that somebody is up to something (or has been up to something) and can we figure out what and pin it on them when we do. But as a character study, it's brilliant. ★★★  primarily for the characters.

First line: Everyone said it was dangerous.

Last lines: I must find someone to look after my cat. Someone kind.
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Deaths = 6 (two natural; one drowned; one hit by train; one beheaded; one shot)

Who Killed Me?

 Who Killed Me? (1979) by Joan Allan

Valerie Lambert is an account executive for an advertising agency that is producing commercials for a new perfume named for Meri Milton, film star. Setting up filming schedules for ten one-minute commercials shot at various London landmarks was a feat in and of itself, but dealing with the bickering between Meri and the film's director, Hans Richmond, and the hostility between Meri and Nelson Bishop, the rising star executive for Associated Cosmetics (home of the new perfume), and the resentment between Hans and Nelson was enough to drive Valerie to distraction. And just when she's successfully smoothed the ruffled feathers of the movie star and her director, two policemen show up at her hotel room at one o-clock in the morning and ask her to come with them. At the end of their journey is the dead body of Nelson Bishop--a knife in his chest and a note pinned to his suit jacket that says:

WHO KILLED ME? ASK VALERIE LAMBERT. 836-4343

It follows that Inspector Haverstock is curious to know why Valerie's name is on the note. She gives him all the background info she can and, once the time of death is established, is cleared of suspicion. So, of course, she wants to lend a hand in the investigation. 

She and Haverstock will have to sift through the suspects. There are the obvious ones--Meri and Hans. But were their disagreements with the executive deep enough to result in murder? There is also the head of Associated Cosmetics, Perry Nash, who may have found that his anticipated successor had a few too many skeletons in the closet--or had too great an interest in Nash's daughter Adrienne. Which brings us to Adrienne--she and Bishop had a fling but then she transferred her affections to an older actor by the name of Clifford Frampton. Maybe Bishop didn't want to take no for an answer? As our two detectives keep digging, they discover that Bishop had a little side-line of blackmail going on. Maybe he pushed one of his victims just a little too far?

This another of a series of Zebra Mystery Puzzler Books that I got in an assortment for Christmas a couple of years. As indicated on the cover, the set-up for these books is that all the clues necessary for the reader to solve the mystery before the final reveal are given in the cover photo, various illustrations within the story, and, as with good mysteries clues given in the text. I obtained and read one of this series a very long time ago (over 30 years) and enjoyed it (thus the request for my hubby to order up the Zebra books on Ebay). Since then I've read three of the lot of fifteen or so with mixed results. 

In general, this series consists of pretty solid but somewhat lightweight mysteries. And even when I thought the clues given in the pictures weren't especially necessary to solve the mystery(because there weren't enough red herring suspects or whatever) at least the clues were there in case you needed them. However--for this mystery, nearly all of the clues make sense only after the solution is revealed. I didn't pick up a single one before the reveal and I can't for the life of me figure out what the extra clue is on the cover. Everything you see--from the knife to the message--is explained in the text. 

I also find it really difficult to believe that Haverstock would allow some random American to flit about in his Scotland Yard investigation AND that she would have better ideas about tracking down the knife and the pen used for the note than an experienced police detective. He acts like her discoveries are just brilliant and who would have thought? Yes, there are all sorts of amateurs barging into official investigations in detective fiction and I happily go along with most of them--when there's a good mystery plot payoff. Unfortunately, I'm not buying it this time. ★ and 1/2 (I almost gave it two, but I don't think it's as good as another Zebra Puzzler that I did give two stars, so...)

First line: Valerie Lambert's knife sliced through a pâté of fresh duck livers, truffles, and pistachio nuts.

Last line: Whoever was calling Valerie Lambert was going to have to wait.
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Deaths = 2 (one stabbed; one drowned)

Beverly Gray's Return

 Beverly Gray's Return (1939) by Clair Blank

This is the ninth book in the series by Clair Blank. Unlike the Nancy Drew series, Clair Blank was a single author who wrote all 25 books in the series. The books begin with Beverly's freshman year in college and follow her from there through various adventures, work for the government, and finally as a newspaper reporter. Her "Return" finds Beverly and company preparing to board the Susabella at Hawaii for the return trip to New York. Along the way on their cruise around the world, they have picked up a new friend in Nikki Abbott. Nikki asks for the boat to wait just a bit longer because she needs to run a last-minute errand and she asks Beverly to go with her. They set out for a perfume shop where Nikki had heard she could get a very special perfume made. The girls are asked to wait in a side room while it's being prepared but Nikki thinks it's taking a bit long and goes out of the room to check on things--closing the door behind her. When Nikki doesn't return, Beverly tries the door and finds it locked. And when she finally gets out and gets to the dock, she finds that the Susabella has left without her. Why did Nikki lock her in? How could her friends have left her? Finding out what has happened will take Beverly on an adventure that involves impersonation, royalty, stolen jewels, a kidnapping, and the beginnings of another adventure....

I've mentioned before that Beverly Gray is another heroine that I wish I had met when I was young. I would have loved reading about a detective with my own name! She's resourceful and independent and a good role model for young girls. On the one hand, she's a bit more realistic than Nancy Drew--going to work and living away from home in the big city. But then, I think she gives Nancy a run for her money in the number of close scrapes she has. She also has way more adventures than most of us do in everyday life, but the stories wouldn't be nearly as exciting without them.

This one is quite full--with mysterious princesses on the run from an evil government official from their home country, jewel thieves who are selling stolen property and replacing the real jewels with fakes, the kidnapping of one Beverly's friends when the jewel thieves thinks she's holding out on them over some of the jewels, and a new, unsolved (in this installment) mystery surrounding another girl from their school days who was in an accident and has lost her memory. Of course, the immediate mystery of why Nikki left Beverly behind in Hawaii and how (and why) she fooled Beverly's friends is explained. And the jewel thieves are caught. 

These stories are fairly simple mysteries, aimed at young readers. But they are fun and I always enjoy reading about my namesake's adventures. ★★★

First line: "Why do I have to get up at such an hour?" Lenora Whitehill grumbled as she followed Lois Mason and Beverly Gray to where other the other members of the yachting party were at breakfast.

Last line: We will leave the Alpha Delta girls and their friends at this juncture, but we shall pick up the thread of their story again in "Beverly Gray, Reporter" when they manage to involve themselves in more amazing adventures.
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Deaths = two in a revolution

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Death of a Harvard Freshman

 Death of a Harvard Freshman (1984) by Victoria Silver

Lauren Adler has spent most of her time in her freshman Russian Revolution seminar at Harvard looking at Russell Bernard. Russell is a very handsome, very brilliant young black man who has just about everyone interested in him. Lauren wonders if she'd ever have a chance with him...and then, after a seminar session in which classmate Melissa Wu describes the rather brutal death of Rasputin, she finds herself scheduled for a coffee date with the dreamy man. She can hardly believe her luck.

But...she waits at the coffee shop for an hour past the appointed time and still no Russell. She can't believe she's been stood up and she goes back to the dorm hoping for a phone call with an explanation. What she gets is her roommate Carol, a staffer on Harvard's Crimson newspaper, coming home late to tell her that Russell has been murdered. And the method of his murder seems to mirror that of Rasputin in some ways. When Lauren talks with the police and tells them about the seminar session and how, like Rasputin, multiple methods of murder were used on Russell (a bash on the head, gunshots, and the body thrown in the river), the police seem totally uninterested. They're sure that it was some thug along the river...the river's not a safe place be at night, you know.

Lauren is convinced that she's right--someone from the seminar has killed Russell. But who--and why? Was it Scott Duchaine or Brian O'Donnell...two Southerners who may have a racist streak in them? Or maybe it's Katherine Butler, a militant revolutionary who didn't think Russell was black enough. She believes in violent revolution for racial equality and thought Russell and others like him were too soft in their black protests. Others from the seminar may also have had a reason to kill Russell--like Sandy Grayson whose jealousy may have driven her to murder. Or Tracy Nicholson who carries a gun and may not have accepted that her affair with Russell was over even though she has taken up with Bert Rosen. And maybe Bert Rosen, the blond surfer boy from California, doesn't like playing second fiddle to the brilliant black man. Or Melissa Wu who may have taken the story of Rasputin too literally. Or Andrew Stein who is very unbalanced and seems very fixated on murder of any sort. Parker Kendall runs at night...very often down by the river. He could be the murderer for reasons unknown.

Lauren and her best friend, Michael Hunt, decide to team up as amateur sleuths to see if they can solve the mystery that seems to be too much for the local police. But they need to be careful. Someone has killed once...and will soon kill again. They don't want to find themselves next on the killer's to-do list.

A fairly straight-forward amateur sleuth mystery. It has a nice, classic mystery tone--with a closed circle of suspects and plenty of red herrings to follow up. And I didn't catch on to whodunnit until a certain sentence is spoken in the final chapters. I'm just pleased I realized its importance before Lauren did. The big drawback is that Lauren and Michael spend way too many late-night sessions rehashing everybody's motives and coming to the conclusion that pretty much any of them could have done it. Since these two aren't professional detectives, they can't really do much except talk and talk and talk to the suspects. I'm surprised that those who didn't do it don't get a little fed up with all the questions and accusations....

I do really like Lauren and Michael though. They have a good solid friendship and it's nice to see how their circle builds over the course of the story. And Silver provides us with a nice tense denouement.
★★★ and 1/2  

First line: Melissa Wu was just finishing her presentation on Rasputin.

Last line: "I feel an inexplicable but all too familiar craving for vanilla ice cream and hot fudge."
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Deaths = 3 (one poisoned; two shot)

A Matter of Accent

 A Matter of Accent (1943) by David Keith (Francis Steegmuller)

Ted Weaver is an art gallery owner who is semi-confined to a wheelchair after a car accident which claimed the lives of his wife and daughter. It was not so much the accident itself, but the trauma which exacerbated his polio symptoms. He can get around with leg braces and crutches when necessary, but only with great effort. At the beginning of the story, Ted is approached by his old friend Gail Morris--now Mrs. Dumont) who has been a fashion editor at the French magazine Mode and now heads up a French section of a new governmental radio broadcast unit. She knows that Ted has exemplary skills in French and has come to ask him to take over as their broadcaster. Ted, who realizes with his physical limitations that he will not be allowed to fight if the U.S. should join the war, is eager to help. 

But he has barely begun to research the next broadcast material when he begins receiving threatening letters--letters that tell him to abandon the job before it really beings. Who knows about the job and why has he been threatened when the previous broadcaster was not? And...when Ted ignores the warnings and begins broadcasting anyway...who tries to kill him (twice)? After a second attempt (through poison), Ted is urged to give up the position (and, in fact, Gail essentially fires him). But it is only then that Mademoiselle Maupoussin (the previous broadcaster) is shot and killed? Why now?

In addition to Ted, Gail, and Mlle. Maupoussin, we have other supporting characters: Roland Dumont, Gail’s husband, a likeable, native-born Frenchman who had also had a gallery (in France). He is befriended by Ted and permitted to sell some of his stock from 2 Ted’s gallery. Mrs. Belwood, Ted Weaver’s unctuous and modestly skilled secretary, infatuated with all things French, particularly French nobility. The Marquise de Verdurin, seemingly a “noble dame,” living near Park Avenue and who runs a salon in the style of Paris.  Pierre, originally from Paris, now in New York; Ted’s cook, valet, chauffeur, friend, all around personal aid, and--when necessary--body guard. Other characters include Inspector Johnson who serves the broadcasting unit and who seems to have broad powers; private detective Hacker, who is hired by Roland Dumont, to find his missing artwork; Professor Haley, a linguist who gives approval to all of the broadcasting unit's radio announcers, "Goldstein," a German picture peddler, Pierre’s friend André who works in the Marquise's salon, and the waiter Hummel who often brings Ted his lunch at the art gallery.

There is much underhanded dealings (the peddling of stolen artwork, a gambling house, etc), several spies and French collaborators, and--of course--murder! This is also one of the few mysteries set in wartime that actually mentions the outbreak of war in America. A whole section devoted to the announcement of the attack on Pearl Harbor and the immediate aftermath. If I have one complaint about this one, it's how long it takes to pick up steam. Once we get to the murder of Mlle. the book finally gets going, but it's a long time coming. There is such a long build-up. But the grand finale is totally worth it and I absolutely did not see a particular wrinkle coming. So good surprise ending to balance the slow start. ★★★

1st line: I was filled with surprise and pleasure late that afternoon a few weeks before Pearl Harbor when Gail Morris, dressed like the fashion editor she was, suddenly walked into my gallery.

Last line: Maybe I'll be getting a letter from Washington one of these days: who knows?

Deaths = 5 (two car accident; three shot)

Murder, Murder, Little Star

 Murder, Murder, Little Star (1977) by Marian Babson

Twinkle is a child star--ten years old going on a very b---- forty. She wears dark glasses, a sable coat, and an attitude that alienates everyone she comes in contact with. But onscreen, she's a dream and her public adores her. And she sells. And that's all the producer and the director of her newest movie care about. It'll be worth it to put up with the child tyrant if they can make a huge profit on the movie. But--as filming begins, it becomes apparent that someone has tired of putting up with Twinkle. First her morning milk is poisoned with near fatal results for the crewmember who has been secretly drinking the milk for her (Twinkle hates her morning milk). Then the scriptwriter falls to his death while trying to prove that tap-dancing on a very high roof while wearing a safety harness is absolutely safe--so of course Twinkle can do it. Twinkle was sure it was not...and she was right.

Who has it in for Twinkle? Could it be her mother who had to sacrifice her own career for her daughter's stardom? Or perhaps her bother's beau who wants mummy to be free from encumbrances? Maybe it's the produce or director--after all they have heavily ensured their little star and perhaps they'd rather have insurance money than to have to wait for box office proceeds. Or could it be one of her co-stars--she has managed to offend, insult, and generally make herself obnoxious to all of them. Has anything rankled so deeply that it has resulted in attempted murder? 

Frances Armitage has been hired as chaperone for the young star. She sees beyond the makeup and trappings of fame--and sees a young girl afraid of getting too old for child parts and losing her star power. She sees a lonely girl in need of a friend. And she sees a girl who is truly afraid. Frances vows to protect her young charge and tries to discover what is going on behind the scenes. But it all boils down to a killer who can't keep out the spotlight giving a confessional monologue.

A decent mystery spoiled by little actual detection and the confessional wrap-up. The killer doesn't even need any prodding to to start boasting about the plot to severely injure Twinkle or outright murder her--take your pick. I enjoyed Marian Babson books very much when I first read some in the 80s/90s, but I'm not sure she's what I'm looking for in the 2020s. The best part of the book for me wasn't the mystery--it was Frances and her relationship with Twinkle and her relationship with her son and daughter-in-law. I love how she's trying to get her independence while DIL seems intent on running her life. Good on Frances for sticking up for herself. ★★ and 1/2

First line: There was really, Frances Armitage thought complacently, a lot of nonsense talked about the difficulty of re-entering the employment market.

Last line: "I've just been called on a new assignment...."
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Deaths = 3 (two in explosions; one fell from height)

The Charteris Mystery

 The Charteris Mystery (1925) by A. E. Fielding

Rose Charteris, daughter of Professor Charteris (more on him in a moment), is found dead from a broken neck at the bottom of a sand pit on the estate of Colonel Scarlett. Scarlett has given over one wing of his home to the Charteris family to use whenever they are in England. The professor is off in Italy somewhere in pursuit of backers for his latest project (synthetic emeralds). Rose was engaged to Count di Monti, an Italian with fascist ties. Also on hand is Scarlett's daughter Sibella (who seems jealous of Rose); his housekeeper, Mrs. Lane; Mr. Thornton, a writer and family friend; and Arthur Bond & John Cockburn, who seem to come as a set and are apparently hooked up to the Foreign Office. There's some mystery over a letter Rose received from her father with an enclosure that has disappeared. And, while the local police and doctor seem to think Rose's death an accident, Thornton feels that there's something not quite right about the scene in the sand pit and calls up Scotland Yard off his own bat.

Enter Chief Inspector Pointer. The Yard can't come unless the locals request it (they haven't), but Pointer is currently on leave and can do whatever he likes on his holiday. So, he decides to come down under the name of Brown, posing as a man in the book business so his connection to Thornton won't be questioned. He immediately finds signs that indicate murder. Now all he has to do is figure out who did it and why? Was di Monti jealous of Rose's sittings for a local artist? Was Sibella so jealous of Rose that she'd do away with her? And why was Mrs. Lane behaving so oddly the night of murder--cloaking herself in veils and driving off late into the night? And who was the man who slept in an empty room and left traces in the summer house--and where did he go? Then someone searches Rose's room as well as her father's London apartment. All correspondence from the professor goes missing. Was Rose killed for possession of the professor's enclosure? And what connection is there fascists and the Russians?

Pointer takes off for Italy in a search for the Professor...and hopefully some answers. But the trail leads him into fascist territory and straight to a couple more bodies. And what starts out as a simple whodunit rapidly takes a leap into political intrigue and the spy/thriller adventure story. Our Scotland Yard detective is apparently a James Bond in disguise (who is adept at actually disguise, by the way) with a Q of his own in the background to supply him with all sorts of nifty gadgets to use when in tight spots:

Leisurely he extracted his cigar case. A thick podgy case, looking none too well made. He touched a spot with his thumb and lifted out a shallow tray...Inside was a flat glass bottle, a file not much longer than a nail-file, but of the stoutest steel, a skeleton key, and a few other interesting and equally useful oddments.

Chief Inspector Pointer has everything he needs for a quick jail-break from the evil fascist's dungeon of doom. The only question is...Is the evil fascist responsible for the deaths in the story?

Despite the fact that this plot takes a sharp turn from traditional mystery to spy/thriller with a detective who behaves more like a secret agent or a Sexton Blake hero and I find it rather unbelievable that Pointer has an endless supply of cash to hire as many private detectives as needed to watch all the suspects and to take a tour of Europe and pay off all sorts of people to tell him what he needs to know....despite all that, I found this to be a quite enjoyable read. It's my first mystery by Fielding and I look forward to reading the other title I have waiting on the TBR shelves here on the Block. ★★★ and 1/2

First line: The conversation, judging by what he heard of it as he sauntered to the east lounge, did not threaten any great demands on his brain.

Last lines: "When he discovers the truth, I shouldn't wonder if there was quite a storm scene." And there was.
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Deaths = 5 (one broken neck; one stabbed; one hit by car; one poisoned; one plane crash)

Strong Poison

Strong Poison (1930) by Dorothy L. Sayers (read by Ian Carmichael)

As I mention in my previous reviews of the audio version of the first of Sayers's books to feature Harriet Vane, this is a perennial favorite. I love listening to Ian Carmichael read the story. I love going back to the beginning of his romance with Harriet and the beginnings of the changes and growth in his character. If you would like to see what I have thought about the book previously, please see my other reviews (linked on the Revies by Author tab above).

What I like so much about Sayers is that I can reread (relisten to) the stories repeatedly and never get tired of them. I enjoy Sayers' writing and the characters--the way Lord Peter piffles and uses quotation. This time I particularly enjoyed Bunter playing the Don Juan with the cook and the parlor maid and finding out important bits of information to help the investigation along as well as Miss Climpson's "storming the citadel" to get evidence of a certain person's motive.

One thing I did notice this time that managed to escape me on the countless previous readings was a tiny little discrepancy. Miss Climpson (who is one of my favorite characters, by the way) is having a little crisis of moral regret for how she has used spiritualism to get a look at a certain elderly lady's will. She ponders whether the Almighty will forgive her actions--especially as she's doing it to help somebody "I've never even seen" Well...she's doing the job for Lord Peter (whom she most definitely seen) and in turn this bit of deception is to help prove Harriet Vane innocent. And, again, having served on the jury in Harriet's first trial...and having been the main reason it was a hung jury and a new trial had to be called, Miss Climpson most certainly has seen Harriet as well. There isn't anybody else this could be in reference to. 

 Full marks for a grand performance of a much loved detective novel. ★★★★★

First line: There were crimson roses on the bench; they looked like splashes of blood.

Last line: "If she'll have me," said Lord Peter Wimsey.

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Deaths = one poisoned

The Benson Murder Case

 The Benson Murder Case (1926) by S. S. Van Dine

Based very loosely on the (unsolved) true crime murder of  Joseph Brown Elwell in 1920. Elwell, a bridge expert, was found shot to death in his locked home and, like Benson in this novel, was not wearing the toupee which covered his bald head (and his vanity). 

Alvin Benson, a financial man in partnership with his brother Major Anthony Benson, is found shot through the forehead while sitting in his favorite chair in the living room. A book is still clasped in his hand. The house was locked up tight and only Benson and his housekeeper have keys. It's not surprising to find a lady's handbag and gloves on the mantle--Benson was well-known for his pursuit of the fairer sex. So, District Attorney John F. X. Markham naturally assumes it's a case of cherche la femme. But, after examining the room and the dead man, Philo Vance, dilettante and aspiring amateur sleuth, declares that no woman could have committed the crime. He convinces Markham and once the owner of the purse is found the DA decides that her fiance, having taken exception to the attentions of Benson towards his beloved, decided to rid the world of a scoundrel. Vance, of course, shoots that theory down too. Before long, it seems that every viable suspect is ruled out. Could it be that nobody did it?

Once upon a time, I discovered Philo Vance. If I remember correctly, it was in the treasure trove that was the Owen Public Library in my first year of marriage. For a town of about 2500, that library had the most amazing collection of vintage mysteries and it introduced me to the likes of S. S. Van Dine, Elizabeth Daly, Edmund Crispin, and many others that I've since hunted down for my very own vintage mystery library. But back to Vance. I discovered him and loved him and hunted down every one of his cases.

So...I needed a metallic/glittery book for a reading challenge and, having picked this one up in the last year or so, I thought it would fit the bill. Honest to goodness, Vance is the most irr'tatin', wordy fellow ever. Why use one word when you could use a whole paragraph of fancy words with sporadically miss'n letters, dontcha know? Older Bev must have a lot less patience for this type of thing than younger Bev. And Markham must have the patience of Job to put up with this sort of thing on the regular. And what makes it all the worse is that a HUGE portion of the book is devoted to talk--and Vance talking most of the time. There is very little actual action here. It's all Vance giving his ideas about things OR Vance & Markham interviewing suspects. Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk.

SPOILER ahead!!!!!!

What saves the book is the plot. Figuring out who killed Benson and why is pretty interesting. After making Markham listen to him build up plausible cases against everyone who has been on the top of the suspect list, Vance twists everything around to show how someone who hasn't even really been considered and who seems to have the classic iron-clad alibi could have done it. And--by the way--actually did. The mystery is good enough...I just wish I had enjoyed Vance more this time around. ★★★

First Line: It happened  that, on the morning of the momentous June the fourteenth when the discovery of the murdered body of Alvin H. Benson created a sensation which, to this day has not entirely died away, I had breakfasted with Philo Vance in his apartment.

He [Vance] spent considerable time at his clubs: his favorite was the Stuyvesant, because, as 

he explained to me, its mentorship was drawn largely from the political and commercial ranks, and he was never drawn into a discussion that required any mental effort (p. 23)

"Y' know, Markham, our so-called civ'lization is nothing more than the persistent destruction of everything that's beautiful and enduring, and the designing of cheap makeshifts....Look at that fine old door, for instance, with its bevelled panels and bolection, and its Ionic pilasters and carved lintel. And then compare it with the flat. flimsy, machine-made, shellacked boards which are turned out by the thousands today." (Vance; p. 265)

Last Line: And the remark, though intended merely as a good-natured sally, proved strangely prophetic.
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Deaths = one shot

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A Dying Fall

 A Dying Fall (1973) by Hildegarde Dolson

Grace Dilworth's family has always made their mark on the community of Wingate, Connecticut. Her father, the wealthiest man in town, had had fingers in nearly all the pies and when he died, part of his legacy was the Dilworth Arts and Crafts Center. It's a place for community artists of all sorts to ply their craft and exhibit their work. It's known beyond the town's borders for the beautiful rose garden. It's a place the town is proud of. Now Grace, his heir, is making her own mark...but it's not nearly as well received.

Grace returns home after a long cruise with the handsome Davin Lowry on her arm and starts dropping bombshells. The smallest is that they're engaged. And the biggest? Well--first of all, the beautiful rose garden is history. Davin is supposedly an art expert and he's had the brilliant idea to dig up the roses and replace it all with an avant-garde sculpture garden. The board of directors are dismayed--but Grace has the controlling interest and what she says goes. And Mario, the gardener who has cared for those roses like their his own children, is incensed.

The first of the sculptures arrive--among them a ten-foot steel piece with sharp, sword-like prongs sticking out of it titled of all things "Touch Therapy." Well...somebody uses it as therapy all right to get Davin Lowry out of their system for good. The young man's body is discovered impaled on one of the protruding prongs.

Lucy Ramsdale, the sixtyish amateur snoo---er, sleuth, and Inspector James McDougal are off on another hunt for a murderer in this second of the four-part series. Lucy can't believe that one of her neighbors could be responsible. McDougal is sure that Alec, the assistant director for the center, was afraid Gavin planned to see him thrown out of the place just as effectively as the roses (Lucy thinks McDougal is letting his prejudices run away with him). But the evidence points to Mario, the gardener. And Sergeant Terrizi, who is engaged to Mario's niece, is under family pressure to prove Uncle Mario's innocence. Terrizi actually thinks that there was trouble in paradise and that Grace did away with her betrothed herself. Are any of them right? 

At the end of the first book, I had high hopes for McDougal--he'd become a more interesting and likeable character by the end and I thought that would continue. Nah. He's back to grousing over his failed marriage and feeling sorry for himself that he isn't really connected to the police any more. It's amazing how he keeps getting to lead investigations when he's officially retired... Why doesn't the man apply to the local force for a job? And Lucy is also a bit more annoying. She keeps getting her feathers ruffled over how McDougal is investigating and not reacting exactly as she wants him to. Yes, she's a rather egocentric person, but I don't remember it being quite such a thing last time.

The mystery is okay--I mean, there aren't many suspects to begin with and when the killer starts knocking off others who may have been witnesses of one sort or another then the number shrinks even more. It would have also been nice if a little more foundation had been laid for the killer's extreme response to a certain piece of information. It felt like it came out of the blue. I do have one more in the series (the third)--I hope it is stronger than this one. ★★ and 1/2

First line: As Lucy Ramsdale said when the news reached her, "If Grace's papa could hear this, he wouldn't turn over in his grave--he would levitate."

Last line: The nurse who had come in to pick up the dinner tray was shocked.
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Deaths = 3 (one stabbed; one fell from height; one hit on head)

DeKok & the Somber Nude

 DeKok & the Somber Nude (1967) by A. C. Baantjer

Inspector DeKok of the Amsterdam police and his right-hand man Vledder are pulled into a search for a missing young woman. Nanette Bogaard's cousin Kristel van Daalen comes to report her as missing. Nanette is Kristel's partner in a flower business with Nanette creating beautiful arrangements while Kristel handles the business side of things. At this point the beautiful young woman has been missing less than twenty-four hours and Vledder can't understand why DeKok feels such an urgency about it. The cousin insists that Nanette has never stayed away overnight before and that she is certain that something awful has happened. As the two men begin their investigation, they find that they aren't the only ones looking for the flower-arranger. There's her morphine-addicted cousin, Frank Bogaard and journalist Barry Wieler who says he loves her but seems more like a reporter in search of a hot story, and Mr Staaten, a fiftish art collector and stockbroker who insists that the seventeen-year-old Nanette had agreed to marry him. In the background, there is Staaten's son Ronald who definitely did not care for the idea of a stepmother--especially one about his own age. There is is also the mysterious Brother Laurens, who may or may not have been Frank Bogaard's supplier, and  Pierre Popko, who painted a portrait of Nanette nude on the late Mrs. Staaten's couch.

The painting showed up at an art dealer's shop near the canals and seems to be very much in the center of the mystery. Once it's discovered, things move very quickly with Nanette's dismembered body found by the men at the Municipal Garbage Dump. A dirty one-legged doll helps lead DeKok to the location of Nanette's murder...and eventually to the culprit in this fairly grisly and cold-blooded murder.

I have such a mixed reaction here. On the one hand, I thoroughly enjoy Baantjer's style and the excellent translation work by H. G. Smittenaar. The read is smooth and fast-paced and the descriptions of Amsterdam make for a terrific background for the story. The murder is a little more violent than I tend to like, but we don't dwell on the imagery too long. And I thoroughly enjoy the relationship between DeKok and Vledder. My main frustration (which I share with Vledder) is that DeKok keeps things close to his chest--like Holmes. I guessed part of the solution. But the key word there is guessed. There are a number of observations that DeKok makes (to himself) that we're not privy to. He can't believe that Vledder (and we) didn't catch those things. But how could we? But for that I would be giving this four stars instead of ★★★ and 1/2.

First lines: It was raining. It had been raining for days, endless long July days.

Last line: "Yes," he said, "a snake in the shape of an angel."
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Deaths = 2 (one natural; one strangled)

Winds of Evil

 Winds of Evil (1937) by Arthur W. Upfield

A strangler is at work at Wirragatta Station in the far reaches of the Australian outback. The killer operates during violent windstorms that last more than one night--all the better to cover any traces he may have left behind. Enter Joe Fisher (aka Detective-Inspector Napoleon "Bony" Bonaparte) who offers his services to Martin Borradale, owner of the station, as a hired laborer. Though the last murder took place a year ago, Bony is convinced that he can track the killer--after all, he's not left a crime unsolved yet. When there is another attack--this time leaving the victim alive, but with a dangerous head injury, Bony finds himself next on the killer's attack list. Fortunately, the wily detective is able to escape with only a bruised throat. 

He starts with a list of eleven men as possible suspects and with patient questioning he's able to whittle the list down to five. He believes he knows who the man is and why he behaves as he does, but there's no proof. Meanwhile, a clueless detective from the nearest city has arrested a man whom Bony is sure is innocent. He decides to prepare a trap that will be sprung during the next violent windstorm....but will it catch the right man?

Another excellent mystery from Upfield--full of excellent descriptions of the outback and details enough of the windstorms to make you feel the sand stuck to your skin. Bony is good at slipping into the skin of an itinerant laborer (with Borradale's full knowledge of his true identity), though he doesn't manage to fool the landowner's sister for long. I was quite pleased with myself that I spotted the killer and his backstory well before Bony did--at least before Upfield allowed us to know that Bony did. I don't often get to the solution before the good detective. 

If you want a mystery that will give you a run for your money with great descriptions of place as well as a real feel for Australia in the 1930s, then you can't go wrong with Upfield. Just remember when these were written and that folks weren't exactly PC at the time. ★★★★

First line: It was a wind-created hell in which the man who called himself Joe Fisher walked northward towards the small township of Carie.

In, general, murderers are the most stupid of criminals, prone to commit a hundred mistakes. They are more stupide than embezzlers. I believe that it is the fear of the rope which upsets the average murderer and makes him make mistakes. Even the really clever murderer, the odd one in the hundred, will make at least one vital mistake. Not always, however, does the investigator see, or recognize, the mistakes, so that it is always the investigator who fails to sheet home a crime and not the cleverness of the criminal to get away with it. (Inspector Napoleon "Bony" Bonaparte; p. 45)

Last line: "And you," loudly asserted Detective-Inspector Napoleon Bonaparte, "are another!"
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Deaths =  7 (two strangled; four natural; one shot)

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The Eve of the Wedding

 The Eve of the Wedding (1980) by Lionel Black (Dudley Barker)

Kate and Henry Theobold have just met the Shoeburys--Americans Dick and Felicity-Ann. Dick Shoebury's and Henry's clubs are corresponding clubs, so Dick has temporary membership while in London for his daughter's wedding. The two men hit it off immediately and invites Dick and his wife for dinner. The Shoeburys reciprocate by inviting the Theobolds to a good old-fashioned German Polterabend--a noisy prenuptial party on the evening before the wedding which includes a mock abduction of the bride and a scavenger hunt by the groom to find his intended. Dick thought this would be a great idea--better than separate a separate bachelor and hen party. Is either family German. Not that anybody mentions. Are any of the family members particularly excited about the idea. Not that you'd notice. Is there any reason on earth why a couple of newly-met "friends" would want to crash such a pre-wedding party? Not that I can think of on the face of it.

But...Kate is a newspaper reporter. And when Dick mentions that the German marriage custom has loose ties to the idea of poltergeists...and that the groom's family home has its very own poltergeist, Kate is intrigued. And determined to get a story out of it if she can. Little does she realize that she's going to have an even bigger story by the end of the party. As the back cover says, "By the time this party's over, it has ended in tragedy: a bride in hysteria, a groom with murder in his heart, and a corpse in the study." Philip Leatheridge is the groom...and his brother Gregory is the corpse.

The Leatheridge family home is full of oddities--from the patriarch, Grandfather James, and Auntie Sybil & Uncle Rupert, who all seem to have stepped out of late-Victorian times, to Gregory, the grandson who has somehow seized control of the family business, and his down-trodden wife Cynthia to Julia, the great-granddaughter who is just the right age to encourage poltergeists to the faithful servants Mr. & Mrs. Budd. Mr. Budd looks like he might have been a burglar in another life...and probably was. And, of course, there's the poltergeist--who has shoved Dick Shoebury in the back when no one else was around and broken mirrors and tossed a bit of furniture about. When Gregory is found stabbed in the study, Auntie Sybil insists that the poltergeist has taken up dagger-throwing as its newest trick. But Kate and Henry--and their old friend Inspector Comfort--don't believe it for a minute. There are plenty of very real motives to be had without adding a supernatural element. It's obvious that Cynthia hated her husband--had she finally decided to get rid of him for good? And what juicy secret did Gregory know about his grandfather that would cause the old man to sign over the business? And then there's the hysterical bride--made so by the actions of Gregory. Was his brother furious enough over it to kill him? 

 Once again, Kate goes snooping all over the house and nearly finds herself added to the victim list. She definitely falls into the "where angels fear to tread" category and you'd think by now she'd realize that she shouldn't go off by herself. Of course, being one half of the amateur detective duo, we all know that she won't really be dropped out the window in an "accidental" fall, but still. The murder plot is a fairly good one, though I must say it has a bit of a creep factor that isn't chalked up to a supernatural entity. There's a couple of Leatheridge family members who seem to have a few screws loose. A solid, middle-of-the-road mystery. ★★★

First line: Kate left them in the living-room, where Henry was busily stirring dry martini for their guests, and went through to the kitchen to get the soup bowls of cold consomme out of the fridge.

Last lines: The pair of them were quite calm again now. Civilized.
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Deaths =  2 (one auto accident; one stabbed)

A Conspiracy of Poisons

 A Conspiracy of Poisons (1977) by J. G. Jeffreys (Ben Healey)

Synopsis (from book flap): The ace of Bow Street Runners, rollicking, resourceful, womanizing Jeremy Sturrock, and his dreadful clerk Master Maggsy, are back again, this time called on to investigate a Napoleonic plot which may threaten the safety of Britain in an ingenious and carefully worked-out mystery.

The year is 1804, and the trail leads from a beautiful but mysteriously poisoned prostitute to the grisly digging up of a still more mysterious corpse, back to the salons of a fashionable brothel, and on to a headlong ride to the wilds of Savernake Forest.

Once upon a time, a young Bev read A Wicked Way to Die (the second book in the Jeremy Sturrock series) and pronounced it good enough to put Jeffreys on the TBF (To Be Found) list. This resulted in my picking up both the current read (book #4) and Suicide Most Foul (book #5) along the way. I've not come across the first or third in my book hunts. And now, having finished, A Conspiracy of Poisons, I'm left wondering just what the heck young Bev was thinking. Sturrock has a fine head on his shoulders for detective work in these early days of the Bow Street Runners, I will give him that. But you'd need to do a hefty bit of detective work yourself to find a more unsavory cast of characters (every single one of them, from the "good" guys to the bad guys) in a piece of historical detective fiction. 

With the language of the book (which does its best to give us early 19th Century speech and writing patterns), it's a bit of a slog to make one's way through to the essential details. And with several characters running around under more than one name, it's a bit difficult to keep up with the players (with or without a scorecard)--especially keeping track of which ones might be minions of the chief villain. That's the good news. Once the chief villain is introduced, there's no problem remembering who they are. Unless you were looking for a good old-fashioned whodunnit and wanted to try and figure out the villain from clues. Then it's bad news, I suppose. 

We've also got a run of pretty senseless murders. The first one makes the most sense--we're afraid the woman is going to give away the whole plot against the British crown. But one is pure mistake and another is for reasons I still haven't gotten clear (and I read that bit twice). All in all, a fairly disappointing read. I can only suppose that either A Wicked Way to Die was a much better mystery or that young Bev wasn't nearly as jaded as she is now. I'll probably go ahead and read the last Jeffreys book I own--but unless it's much better than the ★★ outing I've just had, I won't be seeking out any more. 

First line: "Pray, Mr. Sturrock," said my publisher, tapping his fingers on the desk, "pray," says he, "let us have a work of more weighty matter."

Last line: I cheered as loud as Master Maggsy when His Majesty emerged from the sea.
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Deaths = 6 (four poisoned; one stabbed; one shot)