The literary man
and the turf accountant who share a cheap flat go to manorial digs for the
reading of a will.
Snooty and
bizarre cousins to the literary man (he proofreads pulp) are murdered “one by
one”, in his phrase.
The late uncle is
alive and vengeful for being “sponged off and considered an eccentric fogy”, on
his own petard he is hoist.
An arduous
composition based on earlier models pays off in a satisfactory deployment of
the material in every corner.