Continuing with my Allingham re-read, and the gloss continues to come off the rose. The Fashion in Shrouds was toxically misogynistic and (like all her works) casually racist, Traitor's Purse was much better, but Coroner's Pidgin is so empty and incoherent I'm only finishing it because in an hour's time I'll have another one completed for my GR Challenge. Book twelve of nineteen, and so far only two have been as enjoyable as when I read them in my teens, Sweet Danger and Traitor's Purse. Nostalgia is a treacherous tour guide