A New Year's houseparty, complete with a children's treat and a conjurer, should be pleasantly amusing. When Sir Henry Merrivale is a guest, however, one can confidently count on burglary along with other assorted mayhem in the offing. Thickly plotted as Carr always is, and full of loose ends and red herrings, but withal an enjoyable vintage (1942) wallow.
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