A psuedo-tongue-in-cheek whodunit in the tradition of the golden age where all the suspects are gathered in one place during the crime and investigation. I found the three detectives, send ups of Lord Peter WImsey, H. Poirot and Father Brown sort of unimpressive and didn't really go along for the ride that the author seemed to plan for the reader. The four plausible explanations of the crime were probably an original plot device in the 1930's but may be a bit stale now. It's an okay read for those looking for a light, undemanding British mystery.

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