If you want to be picky, you can complain about this book. You can say that Potts is writing closer to the typical feminine mystery form than she was in her previous books. You'd be wrong. She's pulled off another beaut. She's got a short mystery down in dialogue. If we lifted our long run plays out of mysteries instead of gutters or asylums, this would be it. Who killed Enid? (And you hate to see her go.) Who's going to save Martin? (And you want him saved. He's already been accused of doing in his first wife.) Dialogues in detection, different, good, romantic but not foolish.