In this, the last of the Lord Peter Wimsey novels (though he did appear again in short stories), the inimitable Miss Sayers has married him off to his beloved Harriet, but this has in no way diminished Lord Peter's determination to see a case through to the very, very end......

A man is found shot, and the Duke of Denver is charged with his murder. Naturally, it is his brother, Lord Peter Wimsey, who is called in to investigate the crime. This is a family affair, for the murdered man was the fiance of the sister of Denver and Wimsey. Why, then, does the Duke refuse to cooperate with the investigation? Is he really guilty, or is he covering up for someone? Why is Wimsey attacked by an enraged farmer on the lonely moors? Why is an attempt made on his life in a Soho Street?

Lord Peter Wimsey is the delightful detective who appears in 'The Incredible Elopement' and other stories; already a familiar and popular character. But also introduced is the incredible Mr Egg, salesman extraordinaire, whose powers of deduction, if they don't surpass, at least equal those of Lord Peter.

All that was left of the garage was a heap of charred and smouldering beams. In the driving seat of the burnt-out car were the remains of a body. An accident, said the police. An accident, said the widow. She had been warming her husband about the dangers of the car for months. Murder, said the famous detective, Lord Peter Wimsey.......who proceeded to track down the killers. This is vintage Sayers, a collection of the finest crime and detection stories by the acknowledged leader in the field

Lord Peter here puzzles his way through such mysteries as 'The Abominable History of the Man with the Copper Fingers' and 'The Fantastic Horror of the Cat in the Bag', besides many others. Without doubt Lord Peter Wimsey is one of the greatest fiction detectives of this century, and this fascinating collection only further demonstrates the fact.

No sign of foul play'. So concludes Dr Carr's post-mortem on Agatha Dawson, and the case is closed. But Lord Peter Wimsey is not satisfied and, with no clues to work on, begins his own investigation. No clues, that is, until the sudden and senseless murder of Agatha's maid. Then the most debonair sleuth in detective fiction is faced with the problem of catching a desperate murderer before he himself becomes one of the victims...... and of discovering what goes on in the mysterious Mrs Forrest's Mayfair flat.

It was a corpse, disfigured and unrecognisable. The sexton found it, and appropriately it was in the churchyard. When 'The Nine Tailors' was first published, The Sunday Times said,'It is more than a mere detective story: it is a really good novel of astonishing virtuosity.'

It was a corpse, disfigured and unrecognisable. The sexton found it, and appropriately it was in the churchyard. When 'The Nine Tailors' was first published, The Sunday Times said,'It is more than a mere detective story: it is a really good novel of astonishing virtuosity.