Certainly not the sharpest
I usually enjoy Georgette Heyer mysteries, enlivened by the sparkling wit of this author,who is,of course, better known for her Regency romances.However, this one failed for me on several fronts. The victim, for instance, is described as a ' well-liked ' man-about-Town. Liked by whom, one might ask? We have no chance to find out what he is like,anyway,as he is already bumped off as the novel begins. Add some tiresomely brittle banter every few pages between a particularly charmless main character and his very unlikely girlfriend, plus an ultra-religious policeman,who constantly spouts Biblical expressions [How did he remain in the force?] and you end up not caring very much who the murderer is. The killer is telegraphed before the end, anyway.A great disappointment, though the murderer is certainly not who the investigating detectives, Hemingway and Hannasyde,suspect.