Dorothy Sayers wrote eleven Lord Peter Wimsey novels, and a bunch of other books and essays. This one was written in 1937. (I was going to write ‘penned in 1937’, but I figured that was way too pretentious.) Her Lord Peter Wimsey series was wildly popular and still continues to please the masses even today.
Lord Peter is a character you either love or hate. He is arrogant, almost too perfect to be believed, has a ‘nervous disorder’ from the war, (that would be the unpleasantness in 1914-1918), is charming, a musician, an athlete, an amateur sleuth, and has what we would today call a fear of commitment. But he is extremely wealthy, so it is all ok. (eye roll).
In this novel, he finally marries his love of several previous books, Harriet Vane, they go off to Tallboys, a house he bought for them, for their honeymoon, only to find the previous owner of the property dead at the bottom of the stairs, and Lord Peter is off to sleuth out the perpetrator of this heinous deed. Even on his honeymoon. Hence the title.
I really like early 1900s novels, and Dorothy Sayers is in my mind a master of the detective story.
It has been said that a love interest is only an intrusion upon a detective story. But to the characters involved, the detective interest might well seem an irritating intrusion upon their love story.
It is always pleasant to see a fellow creature toiling harder than oneself.