I think it speaks well of "Whose Body" that, only a month after reading it, I felt compelled to seek out Lord Wimsey again in "Cloud of Witnesses". I found him even more likable this time around, and the mystery felt more lively, with better characterizations, too. There were still a few instances of having to read back over an awkward sentence or two, but overall it moved quickly and - call me old-fashioned - I relish the escape to 1920's British aristocracy with all its trappings. Revolvers in drawers, diamond cat jewelry, socialist clubs and rambling country estates - enough to make me feel faint and need a drop of brandy.