« Clouds of Witness » Dorothy L. Sayers

Rustic old Riddlesdale Lodge was a Wimsey family retreat filled with country pleasures and the thrill of the hunt — until the game turned up human and quite dead.

He lay among the chrysanthemums, wore slippers and a dinner jacket and was Lord Peter’s brother–in–law–to–be.

His accused murderer was Wimsey’s own brother, and if murder set all in the family wasn’t enough to boggle the unflappable Lord Wimsey, perhaps a few twists of fate would be — a mysterious vanishing midnight letter from Egypt … a grieving fiancee with suitcase in hand … and a bullet destined for one very special Wimsey.