The Five Red Herrings (Lord Peter Wimsey, #7)

by Dorothy L. Sayers

It was a marvellous day in late August, and Wimsey’s soul purred within him as he pushed the car along. The road from Kirkcudbright to Newton-Stewart is of a varied loveliness hard to surpass, and with a sky full of bright sun and rolling cloud-banks, hedges filled with flowers, a well-made road, a lively engine and the prospect of a good corpse at the end of it, Lord Peter’s cup of happiness was full. He was a man who loved simple pleasures.

‘I’ll tell you this,’ said Strachan. ‘One of these days you’ll go too far, and somebody will murder you.’ ‘I shouldn’t be in the least surprised,’ said Lord Peter, pleasantly.