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With a slow gesture of one lifted hand, Bobby pointed. There, in a space between the prostrate stag and posturing goddess, was a human leg, a twisted, motionless leg in a strained, unnatural position.
Bobby Owen, now Deputy Chief Constable of Wychshire, finds himself taking part in a ghost hunt at legendary haunted mansion Nonpareil. What he discovers is the very real corpse of a paranormal investigator. It seems that among the phantoms there are fakes – but will that end up including a priceless painting by Vermeer?
There’s a Reason for Everything was first published in 1945, the twenty-first of the Bobby Owen mysteries, a series eventually including thirty-five novels. This edition features a new introduction by crime fiction historian Curtis Evans.
“What is distinction? … in the works of Mr. E.R. Punshon we salute it every time.” Dorothy L. Sayers
“No fictional policeman deserves professional advancement more than solid, intelligent Bobby Owen. It’s gratifying to learn he’s now deputy chief constable of Wychshire and equally gratifying to know that his promotion doesn’t keep him from investigating such absorbing problems as this. …” San Francisco Chronicle
“A splendid riddle, partly plush and partly modern jigsaw, in Mr. Punshon’s top vein. Your money’s worth of real British detection and trimmings to match.” New York Times Book Review
279 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1945
Bobby had suggested that a really dutiful wife would get someone else to take her place and herself stay at home, rather than see her husband make an ass of himself—as Bobby was always gloomily sure would be his fate whenever he had to speak in public. Olive, however, had pointed out that to see a husband making an ass of himself was no novelty to any wife; ...Punshon always makes sure Bobby doesn't get too full of himself. It is a bonus for reading enjoyment. There are no ghosts in this and instead, as usual, there is a murder. In fact, there are two murders. Are they related and, if so, how?