“Sweet Danger” by Marjery Allingham; “Have his Carcase” by Dorothy L. Sayers

Campion or Wimsey? Campion.
Lugg or Bunter? Bunter.
Stanislaus Oates or Parker? Oates.

So Allingham wins 2:1. And when you factor in Sayers’ casual racism (part of the time, but tellingly absent from Allingham), and the grating vicarious Wimsey-worship of Harriet Vane, the victory becomes more complete. And Marjery has the land in front of Wanstead’s Nightingale pub as a location.

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