Enjoyable if you love Peter Wimsey and Harriet Vane (and I do!), but I think there's a reason this is one of Sayers's more forgettable volumes. The language is particularly dated -- I don't think I've ever read the word "wop" so many times in my life, used over and over again in dialogue as a casually derogatory reference to the [deceased] title character, and while I'm sure it was a perfectly natural usage in its time and context, it's still jarring.
