Lord Peter Wimsey is three days into a blissful Corsican holiday, fleeing London's dull crimes and duller dinner parties, when a telegram shatters his peace: his brother the Duke of Denver has been arrested for murder. Captain Denis Cathcart lies dead at Riddlesdale Lodge, shot through the heart, and all evidence points to the Duke. Peter must abandon his sun-drenched escape and return to English fog, where the aristocracy closes ranks and everyone seems to have something to hide. The victim was a man with enemies, and the list of suspects stretches from spurned lovers to political rivals. But can Peter uncover the truth without destroying his own family? Sayers weaves a murder mystery that's really about the lies we tell to protect the people we love, and the terrible cost of honor in a world that no longer believes in it. The wit snaps, the plotting satisfies, and Wimsey reveals himself to be a detective whose greatest weapon isn't just brains but a deep, inconvenient compassion.
