![]() ![]() To be tried for murder is a fairly good advertisement for a writer of detective fiction. After being acquitted of murdering her lover, and, indeed, in consequence of that acquittal, Harriet Vane found all three specifics abundantly at her disposal and although Lord Peter Wimsey, with a touching faith in tradition, persisted day in and day out in presenting the bosom for her approval, she showed no inclination to recline upon it. ![]() Much more efficacious are honest work, physical activity, and the sudden acquisition of wealth. The best remedy for a bruised heart is not, as so many people seem to think, repose upon a manly bosom. Only 1 person can help her discover how the poor man died at the beach: Lord Peter, the amateur sleuth who won her freedom and her heart in 1 fell swoop. Finally, she goes for the police, but by the time they return the body has gone. As the tide inches forward, Harriet makes what observations she can and photographs the scene. His throat has been cut, and his blood has drained out onto the sand. She tries to wake him, but he doesn’t budge. ![]() She is alone on a beach when she spies a man lying on a rock, surf lapping at his ankles. When Harriet Vane finds a dead body on the beach, she and Lord Peter Wimsey must solve a murder when all the evidence has washed out to sea Harriet Vane has gone on vacation to forget her recent murder trial and, more importantly, to forget the man who cleared her name-the dapper, handsome, and maddening Lord Peter Wimsey. ![]()
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