classic detective story in the style of agatha christie and the japanese equivalent of judge dee with courtly detectives multiple bodies and a meaty solution.
the only problem is the hero's tendency to dandruff. maybe that was a humanizing trait in the post-WWII years but these days a girl can only tolerate so much hygiene aberration. i can accept cigarette smoking as a sign of his times and his stammer as a necessary weakness but dandruff is right up there with body odor.
in conclusion: will plow on and enjoy the murders but may have to discreetly avert eyes when he scratches that bird's nest of hair.
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