Whose Body?

Clever plot, but tedious detail causes the plot to move at a glacial pace. And the humour was no doubt funny in 1923, but isn't 98 years later. Wimsey's mode of speech is ludicrous, losing ending “g”'s like an Irishman and sprinkling “don't you know” and “what?” at the end of half his sentences. This is in addition to the casual racism of “a bit of Tar-baby in his background” and a “decent enough Jew”. Very very dated and not for me. No Lord Peter Wimsey in my future.