Sarah Caudwell's books always speak with her own very distinctive siren voice: witty, erudite, mildly malicious. The Sirens Sang of Murder continues the tradition first established in Thus Was Adonis Murdered of centering a rather improbable story around a very plausible legal environment, peopled by characters whom it would be a pleasure to meet in the Corkscrew their favourite winebar in Holborn. Though their professional services might be a little erratic, their company would be stimulating.Once again Hilary Tamar is dragged reluctantly from Oxford, and his master-work on common law, to perform feats of deduction, driven by a case in Chancery that takes his young associates from Monaco to the Cayman Islands, while investment advisers suffer a mortatlity rate that would drive wiser men into a safer profession. But, in true Tamar tradition, all is finally, resolved literally deus ex machina, leaving the reader to regret yet again Sarah Caudwell's own untimely death last year.