Rich men are always entitled to indulge their fantasies because they can afford to ignore criticism. A detective's wealthy relative wished to believe time had not moved since the 1930s, and his whole house and surroundings were of that period. His idea of a party for all his distant relatives, therefore, had to be in the 1930s' style, except for his butler who was more of the Stone Age era. As these relatives hardly knew each other, it was not a happy party, and when one of them died suddenly at table, it looked as if the rich eccentric was also including a murder story of the nostalgic period. But as the night drew on it lost its fictional air when the guests realised that, as they didn't know why the first victim had been killed, there might be more murders. It could even turn out to be a murder party by the old gentlemen who didn't think they should have lived so long . . .
January 1983 : UK Hardback
March 1993 : UK Paperback