After a glorious spell witheditor George Hardinge (Winter's Crimes 9, p. 334), this periodic British collection is back in Watson's hands, and it has almost re-sunk to the depths of Winter's Crimes 8 (1977). Of these dozen stories, the best two are contemporary tales from two writers who usually deal in Victorian detection, John Buxton Hilton and Peter Lovesey; Lovesey's is just a neat anecdote (with a historical flavor), but Hilton's is the downright weird and wonderful tale of a tourderous emotional triangle--a woman, her painter husband, and his pet weasel. Competent work from J. R. L. Anderson (rural) and N. J. Crisp (London with Inspector Sidney Kenyon)--but most of the rest are either creaky little chestnuts or worse yet, unconvincing psychodramas of madness, sadomasochism, and bad seeds. Re-read Crimes 9 instead.