Wimsey, Peter Death Bredon, D.S.O.; born 1890, 2nd son of Mortimer Gerald Bredon Wimsey, 15th Duke of Denver, and of Honoria Lucasta, daughter of Francis Delagardie of Bellingham Manor, Hants. Educate...

“What in the world, Wimsey, are you doing in this Morgue?” demanded Captain Fentiman, flinging aside the Evening Banner with the air of a man released from an irksome duty. “Oh, I wouldn’t call it tha...

It is doubtful which occurrence was more disagreeable to the senior members of the Bellona Club⁠—the grotesque death of General Fentiman in their midst or the indecent neurasthenia of his grandson. On...

About ten days after that notable Armistice Day, Lord Peter Wimsey was sitting in his library, reading a rare fourteenth century manuscript of Justinian. It gave him particular pleasure, being embelli...

“You are quite sure this suit is all right, Bunter?” said Lord Peter, anxiously. It was an easy lounge suit, tweedy in texture, and a trifle more pronounced in color and pattern than Wimsey usually pe...

There never was anybody in the library at the Bellona. It was a large, quiet, pleasant room, with the bookshelves arranged in bays; each of which contained a writing-table and three or four chairs. Oc...

The door of the little flat in Dover Street was opened by an elderly manservant, whose anxious face bore signs of his grief at his master’s death. He informed them that Major Fentiman was at home and ...

What with telephone calls and the development of photographs, it appeared obvious that Bunter was booked for a busy afternoon. His master, therefore, considerately left him in possession of the flat i...

At eleven o’clock the next morning, Lord Peter Wimsey, unobtrusively attired in a navy-blue suit and dark gray tie, suitable for a house of mourning, presented himself at the late Lady Dormer’s house ...

“Look here, Wimsey,” said Captain Culyer of the Bellona Club, “aren’t you ever going to get finished with this investigation or whatever it is? The members are complaining, really they are, and I can’...

“Hullo!” “Is that you, Wimsey? Hullo! I say, is that Lord Peter Wimsey. Hullo! I must speak to Lord Peter Wimsey. Hullo!” “All right. I’ve said hullo. Who’re you? And what’s the excitement?” “It’s me....

Sleuths Incorporated’s report, when it came, might be summed up as “Nothing doing and Major Fentiman convinced that there never will be anything doing; opinion shared by Sleuths Incorporated.” Lord Pe...

Detective-Inspector Parker came to dinner encircled in a comfortable little halo of glory. The Crate Mystery had turned out well and the Chief Commissioner had used expressions suggestive of promotion...

It was close on one o’clock when the three men emerged from the solemn portals of the Bellona Club. Mr. Murbles was very much subdued. Wimsey and Parker displayed the sober elation of men whose calcul...

On the seventh morning after the exhumation⁠—which happened to be a Tuesday⁠—Lord Peter walked briskly into Mr. Murbles’ chambers in Staple Inn, with Detective-Inspector Parker at his heels. “Good mor...

A hasty consultation with the powers that be at Scotland Yard put Detective-Inspector Parker in charge of the Fentiman case, and he promptly went into consultation with Wimsey. “What put you on to thi...

“Mrs. Rushworth, this is Lord Peter Wimsey. Naomi, this is Lord Peter. He’s fearfully keen on glands and things, so I’ve brought him along. And Naomi, do tell me all about your news. Who is it? Do I k...

“Now, Mrs. Mitcham,” said Inspector Parker, affably. He was always saying “Now, Mrs. Somebody,” and he always remembered to say it affably. It was part of the routine. The late Lady Dormer’s housekeep...

“So I’ve put a man in and had all the things in that cupboard taken away for examination,” said Parker. Lord Peter shook his head. “I wish I had been there,” he said, “I should have liked to see those...

“Do you want to come with me to the Armstrong woman?” “May as well,” said Wimsey, “you never know.” Nurse Armstrong belonged to an expensive nursing home in Great Wimpole Street. She had not been inte...

The studio door was opened by a girl he did not know. She was not tall, but compactly and generously built. He noticed the wide shoulders and the strong swing of the thighs before he had taken in her ...

“It is new to me,” said Lord Peter, glancing from the back window of the taxi at the other taxi which was following them, “to be shadowed by the police, but it amuses them and doesn’t hurt us.” He was...

There was nobody in the library at the Bellona Club; there never is. Wimsey led Penberthy into the farthest bay and sent a waiter for two double whiskies. “Here’s luck!” he said. “Good luck,” replied ...

“And George is all right again now?” “Thank heaven, yes⁠—getting on splendidly. The doctor says he worked himself into it, just out of worry lest he should be suspected. It never occured to me⁠—but th...