Walking the wings of a Tiger Moth plane in full flight ought to be
enough excitement for most people, but not Phryne Fisher, amateur
detective, woman of mystery, as delectable as the finest chocolate and
as sharp as razor blades.
In this, the second Phryne Fisher mystery, the 1920s' most talented and
glamorous detective flies even higher, handling a murder, a kidnapping
and the usual array of beautiful young men with style and consummate
ease--and all before it's time to adjourn to the Queenscliff Hotel for
breakfast. Whether she's flying planes, clearing a friend of homicide
charges or saving a child from kidnapping, she handles everything with
the same dash and elan with which she drives her red Hispano-Suiza.