Dorothy L. Sayers paints a perfect picture of murder in this classic The Five Red Herrings (Suspicious Characters Book 6) and millions of other books are. With Ian Carmichael, Glyn Houston, Roy Boutcher, David Rintoul. Solve the mystery with Lord Peter Whimsey, based on the book by Dorothy L Sayers. Dorothy L. Sayers’ Five Red Herrings is the second or third Lord Peter Wimsey novel I read, and the first I owned. I still have my original copy.

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Dignam that we shall come back next summer to eat some more potato-scones at the Anwoth.

Five Red Herrings, Filleted: A Dorothy L. Sayers Guest Post by A.J. Hall

Perhaps I’d better run you part of the way home. You are commenting using your WordPress. I know he marries the girl — but must he be such a hsrrings How did all this happen, Wimsey?

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To quote an extremely respectable and primly-dressed woman I once happened to overhear conversing with a friend in Theobald’s Road, there’s bloody more in it than meets the bloody eye.

Under normal circumstances, Wimsey would have expected to find both doors confidingly on the latch, but to-day the lower cottage, which was Campbell’s, had been locked–probably by the police.

That may ha’ been juist a blind. But I cannot make a definite pronouncement, you understand, till I have had an autopsy and seen if there is any water in his lungs. Well, it’ll be juist afore ye come to the gate, away to your left abune the brig.

View all 6 comments. He’ll ha’ spent last nicht in Newton-Stewart, maybe, and went up wi’ the factor in the mornin’. If Graham was playing for time, he was doing it well. In my opinion, his best way would be to come back to the road and go north-west by Bargrennan, Cairnderry, Creeside and Drumbain, and strike the railway at Barrhill. There’s a bridge and another gate, and a burn with salmon in it.


There were paragraphs of dialogue written with a thick accent.

I suspect Sayers travelled these roads and rails many times conducting her own similar research. That is, there may be. You seem to have spent a good bit of your time in the rough.

Wimsey began to see why Jeanie had been sent out on an errand in such fed hurry. When Chapter Seven arrived, I felt certain I had reached the end. Pages with related products. He’s what Gowan calls him–a commercial traveller.

Well–Creetown is on the way to Newton-Stewart, but it’s a far cry from there to the Minnoch. In the main compartment he found a small flask of whiskey, half-full, a thick tumbler and a packet of bread and cheese, eight brushes, tied together with a dejected piece of linen which had once been a handkerchief but was now dragging out a dishonoured existence as a paint-rag, a dozen loose brushes, two more painting-knives and a scraper.

It’s part of the regular show. Even bad characters have to be called something. April 4, at Keep your vindictiveness for the person who damaged your face.

With the exception of the reconstruction of the crime at the end, there’s very little fun in the detecting in this one. He looked at his watch. However, the iron restrictions of the form force them back into the box, and we never discover how their stories turned out.

He fell down and cut his head open and got drowned. Farren would hear about it, and would jump at the excuse to make himself still more obnoxious. He was worried about Waters.

Write a customer review. Waters was an Englishman of good yeoman stock, and, like all Englishmen, was ready enough to admire and praise all foreigners except dagoes and niggers, but, like all Englishmen, he did not like to hear them praise themselves. It’s a rotten connection at that–over three hours to wait in Stranraer–but it’s apparently the only one there is. The others nodded silently. I wanted to charter a boat for to-morrow, but if Ferguson isn’t going to be back, it’s not much use, is it?


You heard what he said to me? Bunter received him with respectful welcome, but appeared to have something preying on his mind.

At the end of this stood two little detached cottages, side by side, looking over a deep pool–in fact, the famous disputed pool in which Jock Graham had ducked the deceased Campbell.

The Five Red Herrings (Peter Wimsey #7) by Dorothy Sayers | loudbookishtype

Or perhaps he meant to be away a long time? Wimsey called at Sir Maxwell Jamieson’s to make his report about the eggs and bacon, which was received with an “Ay, imph’m” of the driest kind.

On a clear day the Lake District fells, blue, distant and not dissimilar to the Galloway hills of Five Red Herringswould be framed in the art room windows.

Have a bit of sense. Share this Rating Title: It’s disheartening, isn’t it, the way we behave. Normally, a book with this many issues would get less than three stars from me, but this is Dorothy Sayers, who can do no wrong in my eyes. That would make it too easy. He was in the water.