Not much to this one, which is the item in the series when Lord Peter’s brother gets accused of murder at a shooting lodge in Yorkshire. When I picked it up I couldn’t remember much about it and now I know why. Very traditional detecting of the 1920s sort. The most striking thing is a passage — not directly related to the mystery — about a man who “said no pleasure ever came up to the anticipation, and so he lived like a hermit — doing nothing but planning all the things he might have done. He wrote an elaborate diary, containing, day by day, the record of this visionary existence which he had never dared put to the test of actuality.” Very metaphysical, for a murder mystery, but not surprising as coming from Sayers.