Allingham is a name I have heard (or read) about in different places and decided I needed to read something by her. Good idea!The Allingam Society has this paragraph about her:
Margery Allingham is pre-eminent among the writers who brought the detective story to maturity in the decades between the two world wars. She created an aristocratic, unassuming detective called Albert Campion, who matured from "just a silly ass" of the 1920s to an eminent intelligence veteran forty years later. He ranks high among the great detectives of fiction but does so unobtrusively, disdaining self-advertisement. Other recurrent characters contribute richly to the Campion series: Campion's wife, Amanda; his manservant, Lugg; and his police associates, Stanislaus Oates and Charlie Luke. The novels and stories in which they appear are among the most distinguished in the genre – vivacious, stylish, observant, shapely, intricate and witty. They are unfailingly intelligent and imaginative, even when they do not wholly succeed.
I had a little trouble getting into the book and set it aside for a while. Big mistake. When I finally decided to finish it yesterday, I had to skip back and forth to remind myself of some details introduced early in the novel. Wow! what an ending. Really didn't see it coming. No spoilers here. Read the book. I also enjoyed her language and had to look up quite a few words that were en vogue in 1931.
I am somewhat limited in which Allingham books I can read; not all are available for the Kindle.
The decks are clear--on to Great Expectations.

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