Dorothy L Sayers

A young woman falls asleep on a deserted beach and wakes to discover the body of a man whose throat has been slashed from ear to ear... The young woman is the celebrated detective novelist Harriet Vane, once again drawn against her will into a murder investigation in which she herself could be a suspect. Have His Carcase sees Lord...

Gaudy Night by Dorothy L. Sayers follows Harriet Vane as she reluctantly returns to her old Oxford college. Despite her scandalous past, she has been summoned back. Upon her arrival at the serene Shrewsbury College for the 'Gaudy' celebrations, Harriet is confronted by her worst fears. She encounters obscene graffiti, poison pen letters, and a disgusting effigy. Soon, she realises...

Discover Dorothy L. Sayers' inimitable Golden Age detective in this newly published collection of the complete Lord Peter Wimsey stories. Presented in chronological order, these short stories see Lord Peter Wimsey bringing his trademark wit and unique detection skills to all manner of mysteries. From poisoned port to murder in fancy dress, Wimsey draws on his many skills—including his expertise...

Can Lord Peter Wimsey prove that Harriet Vane is not guilty of murder, or 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 that the right person is on trial. The judge's summing-up is also clear. Harriet Vane is guilty of killing her lover. And...

'No sign of foul play,' says Dr Carr after the post-mortem on Agatha Dawson. The case is closed. But Lord Peter Wimsey is not satisfied... With no clues to work on, he begins his own investigation. No clues, that is, until the sudden, senseless murder of Agatha's maid. What is going on in the mysterious Mrs Forrest's Mayfair flat? And...

Lord Peter Wimsey bent down over General Fentiman and drew the Morning Post gently away from the gnarled old hands. Then, with a quick jerk, he lifted the quiet figure. It came up all of a piece, stiff as a wooden doll... But how did the general die? Who was the mysterious Mr X who fled when he was wanted...

It was the body of a tall, stout man. On his dead face, a handsome pair of gold pince-nez mocked death with grotesque elegance. The body wore nothing else. Lord Peter Wimsey knew immediately what the corpse was supposed to be. His problem was to find out whose body had found its way into Mr Alfred Thipps' Battersea bathroom. Whose...

'Miraculously right: catching precisely the tone of the relationship . . . thrilling' - The Times 'A must for all Wimsey lovers . . . an entertaining read' - Northern Echo It's 1940, and while the Second World War rages on, Harriet Vane - now Lady Peter Wimsey - has taken her children to safety in the country. But the...

When his sexton finds a corpse in the wrong grave, the rector of Fenchurch St Paul asks Lord Peter Wimsey to find out who the dead man was and how he came to be there. The lore of bell-ringing and a brilliantly-evoked village in the remote fens of East Anglia are the unforgettable background to a story of an old...

In the Teeth of the Evidence by Dorothy L Sayers features the return of amateur sleuth Lord Peter Wimsey in this compelling collection of mysteries. This edition is introduced by crime writer Elizabeth George and is a must-read for fans of Agatha Christie's Poirot and Margery Allingham's Campion Mysteries. All that was left of the garage was a heap of...

Murder Must Advertise begins with the mysterious death of Victor Dean, who falls to his demise on the stairs of Pym's Advertising Agency. Strangely, no one at the agency seems to be grieving his loss. The atmosphere of indifference changes when a curious new copywriter joins the team and starts asking uncomfortable questions. Going undercover, Lord Peter Wimsey adopts the...

Lord Peter Wimsey - expert on subjects as diverse as crosswords and cats - displays his detective genius in some of the cleverest mysteries ever devised. One solution requires expertise in fine wines; another calls on his knowledge of fine art. Lord Peter has the knack of being on the spot at just the right time to spot a thief...

Lord Peter Wimsey bent down over General Fentiman and drew the Morning Post gently away from the gnarled old hands. Then, with a quick jerk, he lifted the quiet figure. It came up all of a piece, stiff as a wooden doll... But how did the general die? Who was the mysterious Mr X who fled when he was wanted...