I am fond of this collection because it's the first Sayers I bought (when I was a small person with a small income), from a school fair, and with a suitably lurid and unrelated cover (this one). But yes, the stories themselves are somewhat lacking. I do quite like the hairdresser, and she is good at overheated atmospheres of suspicion and incipient nervous breakdowns. I also sometimes think grumpily about how I am not a printer when I am writing in capitals (which I do mainly to ensure someone else can actually read it), pace Montague Egg.

(my parents had a rather biased selection of Sayers; unhelpfully for Harriet, they were missing Strong Poison, Have His Carcase and Gaudy Night, which meant I was a little bit confused by references to her until I caught up).