Another of my British Library Crime classics collection. This one by John Bude, I have several of his books now. Apart from a propensity to litter his books with repetitive Latin words his books are very enjoyable.
This one is less about a murder than you might think from the title and more about counterfeit bank notes. However towards the end of the book the murder of course does happen in a nicely fantastic, improbably, but possibly could just work fashion.
A very enjoyable read and possibly one of my favourite of the collection so far. It manages to capture some of the flavour of the Riviera too and even has a little romance involved. I think my next BLCC may well be another John Bude.