It was the body of tall stout man. On is dead face, a handsome pair of gold pince-nez mocked death with a grotesque elegance. The body wore nothing else.
Lord Peter Wimsey knew immediately what the corpse was supposed to be. His problem was to find out whose body had found its way into Mr Alfred Thipp's Battersea bathroom.
This is the first Wimsey novel and is written as a straight whodunnit while introducing the cast of characters that would remain for the rest of the series.
The ending is a bit of a stretch but as I've read the majority of the series prior to this I know things improve rapidly and they become solid stories.
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