The Sleeping Sphinx

Better than I was expecting, as it's post-war Carr. Good characters and lots of intrigue and misdirection, plus the atmosphere that Carr is so good at. And the usual end of book explanation of all the things that didn't make sense earlier on. (It should be noted that the term “hysteria” is used freely in this explanation. It is clearly dated, as this term is only used as a medical diagnosis in primitive and anti-female contexts. But if you substitute “histrionic personality disorder”, it all makes sense.) Certainly not on the level of his best work in the 1930's but worthy of a read.