Dorothy L Sayers

"There's a corpse in the bathtub, wearing nothing but a pair of pince-nez spectacles. Enter Lord Peter Wimsey, the original gentleman sleuth. Urged to investigate by his mother, the Dowager Duchess of Denver, Lord Peter quickly ascertains that the sudden disappearance of a well-known financier is in some way connected to the body in the bathroom. But discovering exactly which way they're related leads the amateur detective on a merry chase"--Page...

A special edition of the first three classic mysteries featuring British aristocrat and sleuth Lord Peter Wimsey.
A gentleman needs hobbies. For Lord Peter Wimsey—a Great War veteran with a touch of shell shock—collecting rare books, sampling fine wines, and catching criminals help pass the time.
 
In Whose Body?, a dead man wearing nothing but a pince-nez is found in the bathtub of an architect’s...

When a terminally ill woman dies much earlier than expected, Lord Peter Wimsey suspects murder: “First-rate detection” (The Cincinnati Enquirer).
Though never quick-witted, Agatha Dawson had an iron constitution and a will to fight that never abated in her old age. Even after three operations failed to rid her of her cancer, she refused to give in. But as her body began to weaken, she accused lawyers, nurses,...

“The special qualities of Dorothy Sayers’ writing are seen here at their best” as Lord Peter battles to solve the murder of a war hero (Saturday Review).
Even the Bellona Club’s most devoted members would never call it lively. Its atmosphere is that of a morgue—or, at best, a funeral parlor—and on Armistice Day the gloom is only heightened. Veterans of the Great War gather at the Bellona not...

Lord Peter Wimsey goes undercover at an ad agency to find out who pitched a copywriter down a flight of stairs—“Delightful reading” (The New York Times).
The iron staircase at Pym’s Publicity is a deathtrap, and no one in the advertising agency is surprised when Victor Dean tumbles down it, cracking his skull along the way. Dean’s replacement arrives just a few days later—a green copywriter named...

When her fiance dies exactly as described in one of her novels, mystery writer Harriet Vane becomes the prime suspect. Can Lord Peter Wimsey find the real poisoner in time to save her from the gallows? Impossible, it seems. The Crown's case is watertight. The police are adamant. The judge's summing-up is clear: Harriet Vane is guilty. But Lord Peter is determined to find her innocent - as determined as he is to make her his wife.

Society's eligible women are in mourning. Lord Peter Wimsey has married at last, having finally succeeded in his ardent pursuit of the lovely mystery novelist Harriet Vane. The two depart for a tranquil honeymoon in a country farmhouse but find, instead of a well-prepared love nest, the place left in a shambles by the previous owner. His sudden appearance, dead from a broken skull in the cellar, only prompts more questions. Why would anyone have wanted...

"The grotesquely grinning corpse in the Devonshire shack had died horribly--with a dish of mushrooms at his side. It contained enough death-dealing muscarine to kill thirty people. Why would an expert on fungi feast on a large quantity of this particularly poisonous species? A clue to the brilliant murderer who had baffled the best minds in London, was hidden in a series of letters and documents that no one seemed to care about except the dead man's...