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I found In the Teeth of the Evidence at a used bookstore when I was still in the midst of my Sayers reread, and bought it because it contained a bunch of Sayers stories that (to the best of my recollection) I had not read and I figured I might as well.

These are ... not Sayers' greatest works. The first seven stories feature Lord Peter Wimsey and Sayers' other recurring detective, traveling salesman Montague Egg; they're all very much of the Solve A Brain-Twister In Four Pages variety and are otherwise not very interesting. Also, Montague Egg is the sort of person who goes around quoting maxims like "Never miss a chance of learning for that word spells '£' plus 'earning,'" and, like, on the one hand, I respect Sayers for resisting the temptation to make her other detective as Dreamy as Lord Peter, but on the other hand.

I found the back half of stories easier going; they were not any better per se but at least there was more variety? Stories included:

- Reporters Mistake Dead Fish For Dead Body
- Area Man Makes Up Imaginary Trolley Problem To Make Previous Trolley Problem Decider Feel Better About Himself ("the young medico had had to choose between saving the papers and the sodden old fool of a butler [...] he explained that he believed the previous manuscripts to be of immense value to humanity, whereas he knew no particular good of the butler")
- Author Launches Anonymous Threatening Letters Campaign To Get Publisher To Buy His Book, Today In "Worst Ideas Ever"
- Murder Confession Triggered By Overenthusiastic Game of Charades
- Maidservant Thinks She's Wandered Into A Gothic Novel; Is Comically Wrong
- Artist Is Mad About Selling Out; Also, Not Technically Murder
- The Poisoner Was The Wife All Along! WHO COULD HAVE SEEN IT COMING
- Area Man Accidentally Hires A Sinister Murder Cabal
- CAT PEOPLE. I'm not kidding, this one has straight-up were-cats. Why isn't there a Lord Peter Wimsey novel with were-cats?! Dorothy, you're holding out on us!

ETA: I CAN'T BELIEVE I FORGOT THE ONE WHERE A MILD-MANNERED HAIRDRESSER DYES A MURDERER'S HAIR GREEN, that was my favorite one besides cat people!!

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CAT PEOPLE. I'm not kidding, this one has straight-up were-cats.

Would you mind describing this one in more detail? I thought I had read most of Sayers' short fiction and I do not remember the were-cats.

In this first-person story, an Ordinary Fellow goes on vacation with his buddy and his buddy's new wife who has never left her small village, and likes to sleep in the sun all day and refuses to go near the water, and everything is fine except this CAT keeps coming and BUGGING him all night, and when he complains the local villagers are like "don't mess with the cats! the cats are lucky!" but finally he can't TAKE it any more and he buys a revolver and shoots the cat and THEN, PERPLEXINGLY, his buddy's new wife is dead with a gunshot wound?? How did that happen?? Inexplicable!!!

(I checked timelines and it seems like this story came out slightly before the Cat People movie but well after the short story it is based on, so we can't claim Dorothy as the originator on that one.)

(I checked timelines and it seems like this story came out slightly before the Cat People movie but well after the short story it is based on, so we can't claim Dorothy as the originator on that one.)

It's also a very straightforward update of the folk motif where people shoot hares or swans or sometimes wolves and the next morning somebody in town is wounded or missing a foot or straight-up dead and everyone feels awkward, but I would not have expected Sayers to be the person who added cats and a contemporary setting.

Also, who shoots a cat just because it comes into their room at night, seriously, what an asshole.

Right, like, it's not at all an unexpected story in and of itself, I just didn't expect it from Sayers.

"I just always feel really weird and uncomfortable around cats," says our unlucky protagonist, defensively. I'm not sure the idea of allergies had been properly disseminated yet, but in retrospect I feel like that might have been what was happening there. Still, no excuse. (Relatedly, has anyone yet done the were-person romance where the relationship is tragically doomed because the human partner is deeply allergic to the other person's other form?)

I think it's a phobia rather than an allergy. There's a Mary Stewart novel set somewhere near Beirut (it's the ULTIMATE Gothic girl-meets-house novel, given the house in question is part crusader castle, part middle-eastern pasha's retreat complete with harems and secret passages and an indoor lake) where the girl's cousin works out that their mad great aunt who thinks she's the reincarnation of Lady Hester Stanhope is in fact dead and being impersonated by her drug-smuggling personal physician because there's a cat in the room and both the protagonist and her mad great-aunt are severely cat-phobic.

There's a Mary Stewart novel set somewhere near Beirut (it's the ULTIMATE Gothic girl-meets-house novel, given the house in question is part crusader castle, part middle-eastern pasha's retreat complete with harems and secret passages and an indoor lake)

Oh, my God, The Gabriel Hounds (1967). I haven't read or thought of that book in years, but I remember discovering that Lady Hester Stanhope was a real person and that did nothing to decrease the weirdness of this entire plot.

It's the way that the heroine keeps being given spliffs that she assumes are "Turkish cigarettes"! It's 1967 FFS!

That's the one with the bonus "it's not incest, really" touch where their fathers are twins, and hero and heroine were brought up together and often mistaken for twins,but it's perfectly okay because hero is actually an orphaned second cousin adopted as a baby by his first cousin once removed/her uncle.

I thought they actually were first cousins and their respective fathers were twins? There's certainly an unhealthy amount of "When we had baths together as children" reminiscing going on.

I think that was the story in Mary Stewart's head, until someone pointed out that children of identical twins are genetically even closer than normal first cousins, so she made the hero a nice safe second cousin adopted into the twin uncle's family. This gave the bonus of making him heir to the senior position in the Family Merchant Bank, and even richer than his adoptive father and uncle.

I think the book stuck in my mind so well because of the tourist's eye view of a lovely land, when I was reading grim newspaper stories of civil war.

What I'm wondering is whether allergies might register as phobias before people understood what allergies were. Like, in the story, our guy says "the presence of a cat in the same room with me makes me feel like nothing on Earth. I can't describe it, but I believe quite a lot of people are affected that way. Something to do with electricity, or so they tell me." Which to me seems like it could very plausibly be 'OH GOD I CAN'T BREATHE WHEN THE CAT'S AROUND, WHY????'

Also, why have I not read this Mary Stewart novel?!

I absolutely adore the last line of that one, in which it's revealed that the protagonist has been telling the entire story to his barrister (I don't think even Impey Biggs could get anyone off on the plea that the deceased was a were-cat and it was all an excusable mistake.)