Written in the breezy style of the post-WWII period (written in 1945), this is an easy to read mystery and has an okay puzzle at its core. I found the relationship between the all-too-accomodating policeman (who was a bit too Nero Wolfish for me -- he raises geraniums and is overweight) and the private eye too pat and hard-to-believe. Not in the league of the great Golden Age mysteries, but it was okay to pass some time.
