Sent to His Account — Eilis Dillon

Poisoning of coarse and beastly entrepreneur from Dublin who is trying to debauch quiet Wicklow village. Seen through the eyes of nice little rat-poor middled-aged person who suddenly inherits a baronetcy. Most snug: well and intelligently written with copiously detailed background unmarred by any stage Irishry. Good surprise finish. Maurice Richardson in The Observer. First published in 1954.