...find the motive, which is unusual if you can read through this weedy mass of truculent hysterics to get there. First you have the composer and his wife who get rid of the body although you're not sure if they had anything to do with acquiring one in the first place. Then you have the writer and his wife, relatives...he flies into foam-at-the-mouth rages. Add a corpse that had previously been a notorious racketeer messing around with German war criminals in South America and throw in a paranoid female neighbor. Result? English potash but barely palatable.