Everyone liked Ernest Fletcher, or at least, that’s what everyone thought. Until he was bludgeoned to death in his study. The body is discovered by PC Glass, who happened upon the scene when he was on foot patrol. This particular patrolman is also a very religious sort, spouting bible quotes (at least I assume they’re quotes) – he seems to have one for every occasion.
There are quite a few suspects: the gadabout nephew who stands to inherit, the put-upon sister who lives with the victim, the neighbor’s husband (was the wife having an affair with the victim?). . . . The local police bring in Scotland Yard, Superintendent Hannasyde, who begins uncovering everyone’s dirty little secrets. Then a second murder is committed. Are they related? How? And why?
The superintendent gets to the bottom of things, and uncovers a twisty little mess leading back to the original victim. This is a fun mystery, like most of Heyer’s books. Very jazzy and breezy, but not without its dark side.