âLondon publisher shot in automatic elevator. Dr. Horatio Glass and Insp. Hornbeam pool witsâand humorâto spot the killer. Neat variation of good old âhermetically sealed roomâ problem, with two authorsâand their sleuthsâworking beautifully in harness. Verdict: Top DrawerââThe Saturday Review
A seemingly impossible murder in a private elevator draws two sleuths to the case. Inspector Hornbeam and Dr. Horatio Glass are at odds from the beginning, each dismissive of the otherâs theories, thus creating an atmosphere as much of competition as cooperation.
From the novel:
The elevator was perhaps six feet square by eight feet high, with steel walls painted to imitate bronze. Sir Ernest Tallant sat very quietly in the rear right-hand corner. His legs were outthrust stiffly, his back bent a little forward; and the brim of the rakish gray hat shaded his face. He might have been a grotesque parody of Little Jack Horner, if it had not been for the widening bloodstains on the left breast of his jacket. His umbrella lay beside him, also looking oddly childish like his posture. Under each roof corner of the elevator there was a tiny electric light; these four little lights illumined even the wrinkles on the backs of the manâs hands, and glittered on the pieces of broken glass.
Published in the United Kingdom as Drop to His Death