Derek Carey meant to win. He worked to plan. When the war was over, he went all out for the comfortable trinity - wealth, a wife, and a wonderful job. In Rosemary Astiell, daughter of the big publisher, he sensibly landed all three at one throw. And things were still looking rosy some ten years later.
It is difficult to like anyone so coo|ly successful as Derek Carey.
Love and death, however, were more than a match for him. For love, to his surprise, demanded the whole of himself, and the price of a sudden, unexpected death looked like Toeing his own life. And the more lies he told to Scotland Yard, the more convinced they were that a so-called accident was in reality a well-planned murder.