Another enjoyable outing with Freddy Pilkington-Soames, debonair man about town, bumbling newshound and susceptible male. This time he finds himself involved in the theatrical world, as impresario Septimus Gooch is found dead in the leading lady’s dressing-room. Is his death connected to the sudden death of a chorus girl a few weeks earlier? Freddy happens to be on the scene, and becomes determined to find out what’s going on.
Freddy’s a lot of fun, especially when he gets caught up in the games of some of the chorus girls, but I do wish he’d settle down a bit and find himself a steady girlfriend. But I suppose that’s all part of his persona, and a happily married (or at least engaged) Freddy wouldn’t be the roguish Freddy we’ve all come to know and love.
The murder is, as usual, nicely convoluted, but with a perfectly logical (and very clever) explanation. A good four stars.