Ian Carmichael

When a terminally ill woman dies much earlier than expected, Lord Peter suspects murder Though never quick-witted, Agatha Dawson had an iron constitution and a will to fight that never abated in her old age. Even after 3 operations failed to rid her of her cancer, she refused to give in. But as her body began to weaken, she accused lawyers, nurses, and doctors of trying to kill her and snatch her fortune. The town physician, an expert in cancer, gives...

She is lovely, smart, and talented, and only Lord Peter can save her from the gallows. Lord Peter Wimsey comes to the trial of Harriet Vane for a glimpse at one of the most engaging murder cases London has seen in years. Unfortunately for the detective, the crime's details are distractingly salacious, and there is little doubt that the woman will be found guilty. A slightly popular mystery novelist, she stands accused of poisoning her fiancé, a literary...

When Harriet Vane finds a dead body on the beach, she and Lord Peter Wimsey must solve a murder when all the evidence has washed out to sea. Harriet Vane has gone on vacation to forget her recent murder trial and, more importantly, to forget the man who cleared her name: the dapper, handsome, and maddening Lord Peter Wimsey. She is alone on a beach when she spies a man lying on a rock, surf lapping at his ankles. She tries to wake him, but he doesn't...

Lord Peter Wimsey and his wife Harriet Vane are settling into their new life together in 1930s London. But when murder strikes in their own social circle, Harriet becomes drawn into a very unexpected case...

Lord Peter Wimsey and his wife Harriet Vane are settling into their new life together in 1930s London. But when murder strikes in their own social circle, Harriet becomes drawn into a very unexpected case...Dorothy L. Sayers began writing

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A wealthy general dies in his club, surrounded by fellow veterans, and Lord Peter must battle to solve the case. Even the Bellona Club's most devoted members would never call it lively. Its atmosphere is that of a morgue, or, at best, a funeral parlor, and on Armistice Day the gloom is only heightened. Veterans of the Great War gather at the Bellona not to hash over old victories, but to stare into their whiskies and complain about old injuries, shrinking...