It seems to me that Vicky*s Finishing School left her with no sense of reality at all. If this novel was set in modern times, she’d be putting the whole murder story on her instagram account along with a series selfies of her in each of her costumes.
i love this piece of dialogue where Vicky, speaking to Mary, says:
‘Which reminds me of what I actually came to talk to you about, Mary. Do you think considering everything, it might do good if we directed the Inspector’s attention to Alexis?’
*Do good?’ gasped Mary. ‘Do you mean, try and cast suspicion on the unfortunate man?’ ‘Yes, but in an utterly lady-like way.’ ‘No, I do not! I never heard of anything so – so conscienceless!’
‘But, darling, don’t be one of those irksome people who can’t look at a thing from more than one angle!.*
She makes the outrageously self-serving seem reasonable.
The inspector strikes me as remarkably dim. I like the humour it produces but I really hope someone this inflexible and so easily diverted would have this job.
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