The body of a young woman is found in a hotel. Wycliffe investigates, but how do you solve a murder, when you can't identify the victim?
This is a whodunnit, which wastes no time and just gets on with telling a tale. What I find appealing with Wycliffe is the empathy he has for the murder victim. Surprisingly, this isn't a character trait all that common in detective fiction. A bit more local colour would have been nice here. This novel has aged fairly well, in that the dingy flats, nightclubs and musty secondhand bookshops which form the main locations, still exist throughout the UK. The final revelation is effective but perhaps not that satisfying. A good read, it's been a while since I read the first Wycliffe book, I won't be waiting so long until the next one.