It is 1936, and Lord Peter Wimsey has returned from his honeymoon to set up home with his cherished new wife, the novelist Harriet Vane.
As they become part of fashionable London society, they encounter the glamorous socialite Rosamund Harwell and her wealthy impresario husband, Laurence. Unlike the Wimseys they are not in love — and all too soon, one of them is dead. A murder case that only Lord Peter Wimsey can solve.
I’m a bit in two minds about this, but the bones of Sayers’s text are clearly enough visible underneath Paton Walsh’s filler to just about still make it count as “Golden Age”, even if completed and published decades later. I’d have loved to see where Sayers herself had been planning to ultimately take this, though.