I picked this book up because the author led a pretty interesting life, and it led me to want to see if he could write as well.
Two murders in the same night give Richardson the chance he wants to prove himself and become an inspector. It's not a solo endeavor, and the crime is not something that is straight forward or easy to solve.
The title is a bit misleading as it leads you to believe this book is about Richardson solving the mystery. He plays his part, of course, but so do others. There are quite a few scenes where Richardson doesn't appear at all, and he holds the title of constable for the entire case. Not a big deal. I even liked how everyone played their part like they would in a normal case. Most times, there's the one detective, and he gets all the glory.
Overall, this was a basic mystery, but it was also enjoyable. I thought it was well written and holds up nicely for being written in 1933. I do want to mention that the cover to this book is terrible, and I hate it. Poor Basil couldn't have had anything to do with it, but I wondered if maybe Richardson liked sunflower seeds. But nope (at least not in this case). It was just weird. I liked the book well enough, just hated the cover. Good Story! (Just not the cover!)
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