Reginald Fortune is not the best Golden Age detective I’ve encountered, but he has some fun qualities. Fortune works on a casual basis for Scotland Yard, helping investigate suspicious deaths and jewel robberies. The people who work with him think “he has a queer power of divining the people behind facts, a sort of sixth sense” while he thinks of himself as “ordinary, [so] anything which isn’t ordinary disturbs him” (206). These short stories are almost entirely devoid of setting and they are told almost completely in dialogue. But the occasional twist is refreshing; my favorite was “Case 6 The Little House,” in which a missing kitten points to a much darker problem.