The Hands of Mr Ottermole - Thomas Burke

I know I read this only a few days ago, but I remember little about it. So, not one that is memorable.

The Little House - H. C. Bailey

Interesting, but more of a crime story than a mystery. Not entirely my cup as it did include crime involving children.

The Silver Mask - Hugh Walpole

Well, this was unnerving. It's a crime story, but it's more of a horror story in my book. 

Next up:

Wind in the East - Henry Wade

The  Avenging Chance - Anthony Berkley

They Don't Wear Labels - E. M. Delafield

The Unseen Door - Margery Allingham

Cheese - Ethel Lina White

You Can't Hang Twice - Anthony Gilbert

Previous Reading Updates:

Reading progress update: I've read 171 out of 320 pages.

Reading progress update: I've read 67 out of 320 pages.

Reading progress update: I've read 21 out of 320 pages.

‘I suppose you said I was your wife.’

‘Well, yes. It seemed less trouble than stating the exact position. Besides, it’s true, I presume, isn’t it?’

‘I suppose it is.’

They laughed.

‘His beard’, she said. ‘I thought I must be dreaming.’

‘I know. Superb.’

‘I should have thought a beard like that would interfere with his practice.’

‘Not in his heyday – I dare say it was an asset.’

‘It’s very odd: he’s exactly – in every respect – how I always imagined Dr Fell.’

They laughed again. 

Even in the most horrid circumstances, Lehmann makes her characters behave very human. And nothing says "we are out of our depth" as much as cracking a joke.
Hahaha. Dr Fell.
But which Dr Fell? The one from the nursery rhyme or the one from John Dickson Carr's mystery series?

This is still fantastic...or at least it is ticking all the boxes of what I need in a book just now.

I just read the part where Olivia feels sick on the train.

What a superbly written paragraph that lets us know so, so much about what is going on with both the plot and the character.

It was nine when they said what about a film? And Anna said there’s a French film at the Academy I want to see, and I got up and said, ‘I must go, dears.’ There was expostulation, and I said, ‘My cousin that none of you believe in is in bed with a feverish cold, and I swore I’d come back at nine and look after her.’

That is some fine bunburying.

This is so very good.

It's entirely not what I expected, but Lehmann's writing is excellent. She's keen on pointing out aspects of morality that are not usually discussed in depth in books of the same time other than perhaps by cliche or an unspoken understanding of things. 

I love the way that Lehmann writes about even serious things and yet still keeps a light tone. 

When I started the book this morning, I thought I might have accidentally bought a romance novel, but I was soon cured of that notion. It's about relationships, but it is definitely lit fic.

I also bet it was quite shocking when it was first published.