Did you hear the one about the guy who was late for a date with his girlfriend at the mall? He walks up to her, gasps "Ninety-nine clop clop!" then dies. The late boyfriend is now the really late boyfriend. Such is the opening for Ron Goulart's Even the Butler was Poor, a comic mystery with romance book cover artist HJ Mavity and her ex-husband, voice mimic Ben Spanner. Throughout this tale of murder, blackmail and ventriloquist dummies, Ben vacillates between Jiminy Cricket (the voice of conscience and reason) and Sir Galahad (shining knight to his ex-wife's damsel in distress), and he can actually do all the voices; HJ, on the other hand, is as constant as the North Star in being snide, conniving, greedy and just all around nasty...she's such a dear child that one almost weeps at the thought of her possible redemption at the end, but, fortunately, it's only a possibility, not a probability. As with many of Mr Goulart's other mysteries, the story is well infused with humor, wisecracking and old film references. It's a fun book and genuinely engrossing throughout. Since this is a classic mystery in the husband/wife sleuth genre (think Mr & Mrs North with speed, caffeine and separate beds) there are plenty of nods to the conventions of the genre -- playful banter, light-hearted gunplay, well-meaning but plodding coppers, and nick-of-time heroics, but all the red herrings in this mystery are actually Icelandic cod.