The script of the Unicorn Thretre's new play uncannily echoes a quarrel in the star's dressing room. And the stage drame gets all too real when charming Felix Gardener shoots his blustering rival, Arthur Surabonardier, deal - with a gun Arthur himself loaded with blanks. Or did he? How the live bullets got there, and why, make for a convoluted case that pits Inspector Roderick Alleyn against someone who rates an Oscar for a murderously clever performance.
I enjoy all of Miss Marsh's books. I like this one very much.
Satisfying whodunit
