Delightful! The author, Reginald Hill, was almost unique among mystery writers in that he became better and more honed as a writer the older he got! The only thing that stopped his progress was death and I for one, expect great things of him in the afterlife!
Joe Sixsmith is sort of the flip-side of Sam Spade. He's downish, but not out, he has a girlfriend, not a secretary, and he is visited for hire not by a gorgeous dame, but by (in his own words) a YFG (Young Fair God.) He is lovable instead of cynical and he sings in a choir! Oh, and he's short, fat and black with no chip on his shoulder and a live and let live attitude. I like him! (and he has a cat named Whitey!)
In this, unfortunately his last outing, due to his creator's death, he is hired by the aforementioned YFG to help him clear his name of cheating at golf, an unthinkable crime but with possible serious repercussions. Joe is quickly dropped into a morass of envy, high finance, leg-breakers and eventually, something truly sinister! I won't spoil the fun, but take it from me, it is a joy ride broken only by some gentle social commentary asides and one poignant scene which just misses bathos.
Hats off to you, Mr. Hill, you were indeed a past master.
NOTE: This holds up with flying colors after a second reading! I don't think I caught the P.G. Wodehouse reference to "the roar of the butterflies" before, and the Dickensian names are a bonus!
All-in-all, a book to savor time and again.