So, I wasn’t so wishy-washy the next book. I chose Ngaio Marsh’s Death in Ecstasy. Marsh’s Roderick Alleyn is a rich man indeed, he has not one, but two Watsons. His unofficial Watson is a journalist called Nigel Bathgate. Nigel is bored one evening and noticed an odd collection of people heading for some oddball religious establishment. He fails to get in at first, but then later he sneaks in and is definitely not bored by the new religion he encounters there, sort of an amalgam of various gods and goddesses, outre decor, pagan ritual and a charismatic priest. Bathgate finds himself falling a bit under the sway of this man when one of the worshipers called up to take part in a wine drinking ceremony up and dies. Bathgate calls Alleyn and the rest is a fairly interesting case of how poison could have made it into the sacred wine, who was everyone and why they would have reason to do each other in. There’s a pile of missing bonds, and various allegations of misbehavior, mostly quite fun.
Souring things a bit for me are the attitudes to the two gay acolytes. If one reads books from the 30s one is pretty much bound to run into some of this sort of thing, but one needn’t enjoy it.
For such a dramatic setting, the cover art over the years has been pretty dull. There’s an interesting but not clear one from 1968, but i went with this one from 1975. Not great art, but does capture something more of the novel than a dropped chalice.








