- By Herbert Adams
- First published: UK, Macdonald, 1958
Socialist MP shot while watching television, in a country house. The average British mystery is stodgy, badly written, and either transparent or banal in solution. Unusually for its type, there’s little police detection here, and no railway timetables. There is, however, an abundance of economics, National Debt, five-year plans, left-wingness, and treason (Liz majesté). Like most bad detective fiction, story consists of questioning and detail about who was where when; solution is poorly clued and forgettable.