Slightly trashy 1950s adventure novel which I picked up in Oxfam in Oxford because it had a faintly amusing disclaimer about the author's lack of knowledge regarding Maharajahs and some niche specificity about foxhunting. Perfectly acceptable commuting reading but nothing brilliant.
The least good of the Cork books that I have read. I wouldn't recommend it. The central female character is hard to believe in and very irritating. I didn't want to see Mr Cork brought down to the level of a mere foolish man.
Another excellent tale from Hastings of Montague Cork, the 62 year old boss of a very large insurance company. There is a bit of everything in this one, something to please almost any fan of old style detective fiction. Stolen jewels, a maharajah, a country house, a love interest and of course, murder. Nicely written with a witty, tongue-in-cheek style. Thoroughly enjoyable.