CARL CARSON'S CRIME WOULD HAVE BEEN PERFECT--IN A DIFFERENT NEIGHBORHOOD
Carl Carson has a prosperous business, a dotty wife, and a fictitious son. When financial ruin threatens, he puts all these resources to use: he simply stages an elaborate "kidnapping" and liquidates his assets to pay the ransom. It might have worked, if Sir John Appleby hadn't been his neighbor. Appleby, lately retired from the Metropolitan Police, is intrigued by the rumors spreading through the neighborhood. But even he can't stop the conspiracy from turning into murder...
This is a bit newer than the books I usually blog about, but I couldn't resist simply because of the way the author describes Carson's favourite toy:
Of this particular telephone he was rather proud. It didn't trail a cord. (In this it was probably like the red one habitually toted around by the President of the United States.) He could carry it, or it could be brought to him anywhere in the house, or even within the nearer reaches of the garden, and put into operation straight away.
--Page 37
Sometimes even the relatively recent past seems a strange and primitive place!
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