This is is a vintage mystery from 1943. The bodies keep appearing, the red herrings keep appearing, the motives keep appearing, the pages keep turning. I love it.

Eberhart plunges us into the middle of the turmoil with our main character already suspected, accused, and cleared of a murder before the book even begins; and realizing she can't go through with her wedding in two days because she doesn't really know (or love) her fiance. Throw in three more bodies at strategic intervals, a welter of suspects, a maid who may or may not exist, an over-zealous prosecutor, a former prosecutor with second thoughts, and a cool map of the murder scene(s) on the back cover. Recommended highly. Loved it. ( )