Having been rather harsh on Georgette Heyer’s first three mystery novels, I thought it was only fair to chat about Death in the Stocks, her first entirely successful mystery novel—and one which, probably not coincidentally, features the same sort of sparkling dialogue that would later mark the best of her Regency novels.
[Here be spoilers, though in a kindly nod to the Golden Age of British Detective Fiction, I only hint at the murderer’s identity, never naming the Dastardly Villain. Although I will say it wasn’t the butler.]