Death is No Sportsman

I always enjoy a Cyril Hare book. Even though, as with all mysteries, I can never figure out whodunnit. This one, with its contorted timeline, was especially out of my reach.
I wish that Cyril Hares weren't so hard to find; they're so nice to read.
I like the following excerpt, not only for the observation of one (of many) affliction of getting older, but also how it works to the advantage of those who want to know where you're going to be at any given time:
Regularity of habit is a disease that grows with old age, and ... makes the patient particularly vulnerable to the attention of those whose plans depend on their being in or out of the way at a given moment.

This early entry in Hare's small output only features Inspector Mallett, not Francis Pettigrew. The background is a small and highly exclusive fly-fishing syndicate, all of whom may be implicated in the murder (on the river path where they do their fishing) of the unpopular local squire. Love and money are the two main possible motives. Mallett, as usual, is a highly likeable character, but the denouement probably won't be too surprising to the experienced detective-story reader.

While I figured out a few aspects of the case early on, the actual solution was a surprise since my 'deductions' (really guesses) turned out to be misleading!

I am glad that there was a map of the area at the beginning of the book, as I referred to it several times while reading. Also, it was nice that Inspector Mallett, being a Londoner, needed to have some aspects of fly fishing explained to him so that I the reader could learn them too.

Murder of an unpleasant rich man who behavior has threatened the peace of a group of fly fishermen at a small resort hotel; investigated by Inspector Mallett who is capable but a bit colorless compared to Hare's barrister detective Pettigrew,.