Nothing like blood

It was an old family friend who got Carolus Deene embroiled in this latest case of his. Helena Gort, well on in her sixties, was staying at Cat's Cradle, a guesthouse by the sea; things had been going seriously wrong at Cat's Cradle . . . two deaths adjudged respectively as 'natural causes' and 'suicide' . . . resulting in " an atmosphere not disagreeable so much as disturbing. The story opens with Helena calling on Carolus and begging him to come with her to stay at Cat's Cradle, so that he can use his redoubtable gifts of detection and solve any crime or crimes there may have been and prevent any worse calamity. For there was no doubt in Helena's mind that something sinister had happened and something very unpleasant was brewing. She was right.