The title sure catches your eye for one thing. The book is a good time-pass but definitely not in the genre of Agatha Christie and her Hercule Poirot. In the bid to make it extremely confusing and intriguing the author fails to hold the reader’s interest and makes it too convulated. Its about a snobbish barrister who is also extremely intelligent of course and an amteur detective to boot with unruffled feathers in the face of gruesome death. With a beautiful lady in distress who is spunky but definitely irritatingly idiotic. There is a very typical uncle and aunt- the uncle who hates people in his house and must bow down to propriety and the aunt who appears vague but in reality is extremely astute; a cousin who plays the usual bubbling girl-turning-into-woman to the hilt with an unhealthy attraction for the gory. I think I will prefer to stick to Georgette Heyer’s romance novels from now on which are a great fun read for people who like period romances.
