I loves me some Peter and Harriet, but I couldn't finish this one. First, no Harriet. Second, it's all obsessed with timetables and logic and that stuff. If I happened to be a detective confronted by tons of fiddley details, I would probably just let the person off. But some great lines, as Wimsey pumps a suspect's daughter...
"...Perhaps I'd better run you part of the way home."
"Oh, please do," said Myra. "Then we can drive the cows and make them run like anything."
"That would be very naughty," said Wimsey. "It isn't good for cows to run fast. You are an impertinent, bloodthirsty, greedy and unkind young person, and one of these days you'll be a menace to society."
"How lovely! I could have a pistol and a beautiful evening dress, and lure people to opium-dens and stick them up. I think I'd better marry you, because you've got such a fast car. That would be useful, you see."
"Very, " said Wimsey, gravely. "I'll bear the idea in mind. But you might not want to marry me later on, you know."
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