Young Stockbroker Malcolm Warren is looking forward to a dull weekend when a telegram summons him to stay with his capricious old Aunt Catherine, who has shocked the family by marrying Hannibal Cartwright, a muscular garage owner many years her junior. Gleeful at the prospect of profit, Malcolm hurries to her bedside. But when his aunt resorts to her little pink bottle labelled ‘Le Secret de Venus’ he finds that, instead of a gilt-edged portfolio, he is landed with a file of family skeletons. The resulting saga, full of intrigue, is retailed with a dry humor which made Death of My Aunt an instant success on first publication in 1929 and has ensured its popularity ever since.
Excellent mystery told in the first person. Short on characterization though, not one character seemed likable to me. But the mystery and plotting did make up for it. Malcolm was a good detective in his own right, making lists and deducing for himself to see if he could solve it before the police. The police had a very small role in this story which was a little different. After a rather drastic ‘test’ to see if ‘uncle’ Hannibal was the murderer, Malcolm became his one defender. Was he correct or would he be sorry by the end? Read it and see!
Kitchen only wrote 4 mysteries. I have three of them, this one , Crime at Christmas and Death of My Uncle. Hopefully I will come across The Cornish Fox at some point. I’d like to read them all.
Scavenger Hunt Gold, Bottle/Glass for drinking