This was a different kind of mystery book. It’s like an inverted story where you know who is going to be murdered and you know who the murders are. You just don’t know if they get away with the murder and you have to follow along to see how it’s done. It reminded me a lot of Agatha Christie’s writing style but that may just be because the authors were around and writing approximately the same time as each other.
It’s funny and frustrating to read mysteries written before DNA testing was possible. I have to remind myself to unclench my fists when they say they wore a hat and left it with the body, used ropes to drag the body and just threw those out the window when they were done, or rode in the dead man’s car with no cleanup whatsoever. It’s just so crazy to think that forensics wasn’t a thing not that long ago. (For reference this book was published in 1936 and DNA forensics weren’t used until 1986)
It’s funny and frustrating to read mysteries written before DNA testing was possible. I have to remind myself to unclench my fists when they say they wore a hat and left it with the body, used ropes to drag the body and just threw those out the window when they were done, or rode in the dead man’s car with no cleanup whatsoever. It’s just so crazy to think that forensics wasn’t a thing not that long ago. (For reference this book was published in 1936 and DNA forensics weren’t used until 1986)