Clouds of Witness – Chapter 1: Of His Malice Aforethought
by Dorothy L. Sayers
53 min · · Free
Clouds of Witness – Part 1
By Dorothy L. Sayers Tonight, Lord Peter Wimsey is lying in a silk bathrobe at the Hôtel Meurice — café au lait barely set down, a Corsican holiday behind him — when Bunter folds The Times to the headline: Duke of Denver Arrested on Murder Charge. A fine place to begin. This is Sayers's second Wimsey novel, and Part 1 opens in 1920s England — shooting-lodges, a body found outside the conservatory at Riddlesdale Lodge, and a ducal family in the dock. Wimsey's dry wit arrives from the first page; so does Bunter, already repacking the bags. This is a slow, 1920s detective reading for sleep — soft spoken. No drama. Just a Paris hotel, a folded newspaper, and terrible news with the coffee.
Thanks for listening with us tonight. Sweet dreams.
— Ian & Alex 💤 This audiobook is for you if
Headphones on. Lights off. Somewhere warm.
Let the autumn morning at the Hôtel Meurice do the rest.
By Dorothy L. Sayers Tonight, Lord Peter Wimsey is lying in a silk bathrobe at the Hôtel Meurice — café au lait barely set down, a Corsican holiday behind him — when Bunter folds The Times to the headline: Duke of Denver Arrested on Murder Charge. A fine place to begin. This is Sayers's second Wimsey novel, and Part 1 opens in 1920s England — shooting-lodges, a body found outside the conservatory at Riddlesdale Lodge, and a ducal family in the dock. Wimsey's dry wit arrives from the first page; so does Bunter, already repacking the bags. This is a slow, 1920s detective reading for sleep — soft spoken. No drama. Just a Paris hotel, a folded newspaper, and terrible news with the coffee.
Thanks for listening with us tonight. Sweet dreams.
— Ian & Alex 💤 This audiobook is for you if
- You fall asleep better with a voice than with silence
- You love golden-age detective fiction — or the Wimsey novels in particular
- You want something slow enough to actually let go
- 1920s England, aristocratic houses, and very dry wit is your kind of bedtime
Headphones on. Lights off. Somewhere warm.
Let the autumn morning at the Hôtel Meurice do the rest.
Includes mentions of MurderCourt inquestIllnessTravel