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“A lot of quiet people are sitting about talking, and one of them suddenly feels there will be murder done. And it was!”The narrator of This Delicate Murder is Penny Mercer, murder-mystery author. She and novelist-husband Vincent are invited by Lionel Fonders to a shooting-party at Chustable Manor, where the other guests are mostly fellow-writers of various types. But Penny and Vincent become embroiled in a vexing murder case when their host is fatally shot in the field. Fonders was not generally beloved, but it is Vincent himself who becomes the chief suspect in his host’s unnatural death.In his attempt to clear himself, he enlist the help of clever attorney and amateur sleuth William Power to find the fiend who put paid to Fonders. With so many jealous authors at hand, the field of suspicion is wide. Can you keep pace with Power?“Nearly watertight impeccability” Observer“Henrietta Clandon’s novels are always welcome. She has developed a style of her own in crime fiction.” Anthony Berkeley

That man is fortunate who has the world against him.Israel Rank has many advantages and qualities which should enable an ordinary man to get through life quite successfully. But he's not content to be an ordinary man. He's a distant heir to the Gascoyne earldom, and he will not rest until he inherits it, lock, stock and barrel. One tiny problem: he must kill everyone in line before him, without getting caught. The result is an evergreen classic of blackly comic crime fiction.First published in 1907 as ';Israel Rank: The Autobiography of a Criminal', the novel is probably best known as inspiration for the classic Ealing comedy Kind Hearts and Coronets, frequently voted one of the greatest British films ever. The novel itself remains a remarkably fresh satire that reverses conventional morality a sympathetic comedy about a serial killer.';A superb thriller, but also a disturbing study in human nature. The narrative pace never slackens, thanks to the spareness and elegance of Horniman's prose . . . (the novel is) over all too quickly.' Simon Heffer