A collection of mysteries featuring an amateur detective, the rather languid Horne Fisher. No connection to the Alfred Hitchcock film of the same name.
oking for them here."
March thought of asking him what he was looking for; but, feeling unequal to a technical discussion at least as deep as the deep-sea fishes, he returned to more ordinary topics.
"Delightful sort of hole this is," he said. "This little dell and river here. It's like those places Stevenson talks about, where something ought to happen."
"I know," answered the other. "I think it's because the place itself, so to speak, seems to happen and not merely to exist. Perhaps that's what old Picasso and some of the Cubists are trying to express by angles and jagged lines. Look at that wall like low cliffs that juts forward just at right angles to the slope of turf sweeping up to it. That's like a silent collision. It's like a breaker and the back-wash of a wave."
March looked at the low-browed crag overhanging the green slope and nodded. He was interested in a man who turned so easily from the technicalities of science to those of art; and asked him if he admired the new angular art
A collection of short stories about Horne Fisher, a languid but intelligent man who's connected to many of the movers and shakers behind the government of England. He has a lot of esoteric knowledge, which helps him to deduce many shameful secrets and scandals, most of which he keeps to himself for the good of the country. Fisher is oblique and so are these stories.
Well written short stories of crime, mystery, and English political intrigue. Recommended.