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This is the weakest Carr novel I've read. The Merrivale books started out well in the thirties, but the later ones are quasi-comic, discursive and only occasionally mysterious. This one is completely ridiculous: the plot, the relationships, the core conceit–it's just not good, and it could have been a third shorter and lost nothing. Currently has my vote for worst book of Carr's career.