Sayers is one of the best detective story writers' Daily Telegraph It was the body of a tall stout man. The first book in Dorothy L Sayers' classic Lord Peter Wimsey series introduced by crime writer Laura Wilson - a must-read for fans of Agatha Christie's Poirot and Margery Allingham's Campion Mysteries. The first book in the classic British detective series featuring amateur sleuth Lord Peter Wimsey, with a new introduction by crime writer and reviewer Laura Wilson. I'd just started off to Brocklebury's sale to pick up a book or two, but I had to come back for the catalogue.Description for Whose Body? Paperback. "I was afraid I'd just missed you." "Well, you had, as a matter of fact. "Hullo, Mother-that you?" "Oh, there you are, dear," replied the voice of the Dowager Duchess. I was just saying your lordship had gone to the sale when I heard your lordship's latchkey." "Thanks," said Lord Peter "and you might find me my catalogue, would you? I think I must have left it in my bedroom, or on the desk." He sat down to the telephone with an air of leisurely courtesy, as though it were an acquaintance dropped in for a chat. "Her Grace has just called up from Denver, my lord. "I believe that's his lordship just coming in again-if your Grace would kindly hold the line a moment." "What is it, Bunter?" As Lord Peter let himself in he heard his man's voice in the library, uplifted in that throttled stridency peculiar to well-trained persons using the telephone. The block of new, perfect and expensive flats in which Lord Peter dwelt upon the second floor, stood directly opposite the Green Park, in a spot for many years occupied by the skeleton of a frustrate commercial enterprise. The taxi, under the severe eye of a policeman, revolved by slow jerks, with a noise like the grinding of teeth. His long, amiable face looked as if it had generated spontaneously from his top hat, as white maggots breed from Gorgonzola.
"I'm afraid it's an awkward place to turn in," said Lord Peter, answering the thought rather than the words. D'you mind puttin' back to where we came from?" "To the Savile Club, sir?" "No-110 Piccadilly-just beyond-thank you." "Thought you was in a hurry," said the man, overcome with a sense of injury. "I've left the catalogue behind," said Lord Peter deprecatingly, "uncommonly careless of me. "Hi, driver!" The taxi man, irritated at receiving this appeal while negotiating the intricacies of turning into Lower Regent Street across the route of a 19 'bus, a 38-B and a bicycle, bent an unwilling ear. "Oh, damn!" said Lord Peter Wimsey at Piccadilly Circus.
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