Ngaio Marsh!

Rejoice with me! I went to the used bookstore yesterday in search of Ngaio Marsh books, only to discover that their selection thereof has not changed since the last time I visited the store. My head drooped beneath this sad knowledge, and I gazed woefully down at the piles of boxes at the base of these shelves. (This bookstore is an absolute fire hazard and in fact I heard a couple of employees in the next row over ruefully discussing the fact that it is not up to code in any possible way. It has a lot of character.)

The boxes, I noticed, were marked with the names of the author of the books inside. Was there - could there be...?

Lo! One of the boxes was devoted to Ngaio Marsh.

So I am now the proud possessor of Died in the Wool, Clutch of Constables, AND Artists in Crime, which I am rereading on general principles and also possibly for inspiration for the Awkward Adventures of Vane and Troy.