Upon finding myself with time to spare in a library one morning, my eye chanced upon this book, one of a series of which I had previous perused a few & found them wanting. Returning to the fabulous adventures of dear Phryne after several years increased my dislike of the woman. She is is the absolutely perfectest person on the planet & the reader's main response is to want to slap her. She is "posh" but doen't let it interfere in her interactions with lesser beings; she has a maid, but they're really like bestest friends; she has a married lover, but his wife approves; she has a lovely house with staff; a gorgeous car; a drool-worthy wardrobe; is understanding, open minded, accepting of others' differences and has adopted two common little orphan girls. While the mysteries themselves are diverting and the descriptions of Melbourne wonderful, one spends most of the book hoping that the heroine will be pushed under a train or one of those zippy Melbourne trams.