In that great casting agency in the sky, there is a grand population of the stock characters of the British mystery. There is the Old Military Man, the gay guy (who dares not speak his name), the sturdy lady (sometimes likewise forbidden to speak her name) who bicycles through the country in her sensible shoes, the exotics who speak with a foreign accent of some generic, unidentifiable variety, and many others. While there are always good parts for these folks, I’m sure they are most happy to be cast in a production of Ngaio Marsh. She writes the smartest, crispest lines for everyone to say in wonderful stories that are solid as a country vicarage. I liked When In Rome a lot.