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Es ist so weit: Lord Peter Wimsey heiratet die Kriminalschriftstellerin Harriet Vane. Doch das Eheglück bleibt nicht lange unbeschwert, denn im Keller ihres Flitterwochen-Domizils liegt die Leiche des ehemaligen Besitzers. Darf sich ein Gentleman auf seiner Hochzeitsreise mit Mord befassen?

Eine peinliche Überraschung für den biederen Mr. Tipps: Da liegt doch tatsächlich eines Morgens ein nackter Unbekannter in seiner Badewanne. Und nicht nur das, der Fremde ist auch noch tot. Lord Peter Wimsey interessiert sich natürlich sofort für den skurrilen Fall, zumal fast gleichzeitig ein dem Toten entfernt ähnlich sehender Börsenmakler spurlos verschwunden ist. Fehlt da ein Toter? Christian Brückner liest den aristokratischen Lord Peter mit Charme und britischem Humor.

Lord Peter Wimsey ist "not amused": Im Urlaub erreicht ihn die unschöne Nachricht, dass sein Bruder Gerald des Mordes bezichtigt wird. Auf seine Nachforschungen hin entdeckt Peter zu seinem Entsetzen, dass die Zeugen des Mordes sich in Widersprüche verstricken und letztlich gar seine Schwester zum Kreis der Verdächtigen zu gehören scheint.

In "Aufruhr in Oxford" ermitteln Lord Peter Wimsey und die von ihm umworbene Kriminalautorin Harriet Vane am Elite-College in Oxford. Schülerinnen und Lehrkräfte erhalten Drohbriefe. Eine von einem Messer durchbohrte Strohpuppe hängt an einem Dachbalken. Und Harriet Vane, die wegen einer Jahresfeier an ihrer alten Ausbildungsstätte weilt, entgeht nur knapp einem Mordanschlag. Wer steckt hinter diesen Taten? Und was ist das Motiv?

Peter Wimsey arbeitet inkognito als Texter bei einer Werbeagentur - keine große Herausforderung für einen so charmanten und intelligenten Detektiv, dem es auch an werbewirksamem Wortwitz nicht mangelt. Es geht ihm vor allem darum herauszufinden, wer am Ableben seines Büro-Vorgängers Schuld trägt und ob die Firma womöglich mit einem Rauschgiftring in Verbindung steht.

Lord Peter Wimsey bent down over General Fentiman and drew the Morning Post gently away from the gnarled old hands. Then, with a quick jerk, he lifted the quiet figure. It came up all of a piece, stiff as a wooden doll...But how did the general die? Who was the mysterious Mr X who fled when he was wanted for questioning? And which of the general's heirs, both members of the Bellona Club, is lying? 'I admire her novels ... she has great fertility of invention, ingenuity and a wonderful eye for detail' Ruth Rendell

When acclaimed mystery writer Dorothy L. Sayers first began compiling anthologies of the best crime stories in the 1920s and ’30s, the genre was in the flush of its first golden age. While it is hard to imagine today - after every possible mystery plot has been told, retold, subverted, and played straight again by hundreds of writers over nearly a century - in Sayers’s day there were still twists that had never been seen, and machinations of crime that would shock even jaded Jazz Age fans.

When copywriter Victor Dean falls to his death on the stairs of Pym's Advertising Agency, everyone assumes it was an unfortunate accident. His replacement doesn't think so and begins asking a lot of questions. The new man is something of a mystery to his colleagues, and he certainly dresses well considering his meagre writer's salary.

The elegant, intelligent amateur sleuth Lord Peter Wimsey is one of detective literature's most popular creations. Ian Carmichael is the personification of Dorothy L. Sayers' charming investigator in this BBC Radio 4 full-cast dramatisation. The dignified calm of the Bellona Club is shattered when Lord Wimsey finds General Fentiman dead in his favourite chair. A straighforward death by natural causes? Perhaps... but why can no one remember seeing the general the day he died?

Da krimiforfatter Harriet Vane kommer under anklage for at have forgiftet sin tidligere elsker, forventer alle, at hun skal møde bødlen. Sagen virker åbenlys, og bevisbyrden er inkriminerende, men lord Peter Wimsey er blandt de mange tilskuere til retssagen. Han forelsker sig i den selvstændige, moderne kvinde og sætter sig for at bevise hendes uskyld. Efterhånden som nye omstændigheder kommer for dagens lys, bliver det tydeligt, at mordet handler om andet og mere end ulykkelig kærlighed og følelser af svigt.

Lord Comstock is a barbarous newspaper tycoon with enemies in high places. His murder in the study of his country house poses a dilemma for the Home Secretary. In the hours before his death, Lord Comstock’s visitors included the government Chief Whip, an Archbishop, and the Assistant Commissioner for Scotland Yard. Suspicion falls upon them all and threatens the impartiality of any police investigation. Abandoning protocol, the Home Secretary invites four famous detectives to solve the case: Mrs Adela Bradley, Sir John Saumarez, Lord Peter Wimsey, and Mr Roger Sheringham.

'No sign of foul play,' says Dr Carr after the post-mortem on Agatha Dawson. The case is closed. But Lord Peter Wimsey is not satisfied... With no clues to work on, he begins his own investigation. No clues, that is, until the sudden, senseless murder of Agatha's maid. What is going on in the mysterious Mrs Forrest's Mayfair flat? And can Wimsey catch a desperate murderer before he himself becomes one of the victims?

The Mind of the Maker will be relished by those already in love with Dorothy L. Sayers and those who have not yet met her. A mystery writer, a witty and perceptive theologian, culture critic, and playwright, Dorothy Sayers sheds unexpected new light on a specific set of statements made in the Christian creeds. She examines anew such ideas as the image of God, the Trinity, free will, and evil, and in this text, a wholly revitalized understanding of them emerges.

The chief character, Lord Peter Wimsey, goes to the Bellona Club to have a meal with an old friend of his, ninety-year old General Fentiman. In great surprise, he finds the aged man fully dressed by the fire in full rigor mortis. A question arises concerning the time of death and the situation develops into a serious murder investigation. Wimsey sometimes seemed to have a supercilious attitude as a monocled aristocrat and sometimes became a sort of professional detective. His family motto was, “As my whimsy takes me.”