Sarah Hoyt has started republishing some whimsical little murder mysteries she wrote under a pen name a few years back. Two of them on Kindle so far, and I've read both.
A couple of things kind of bothered me about A French Polished Murder.
Spoiler alert! Well, sort of. I won't be overly specific. Go read the book first.
Oh, are you back already? Here we go, then.
Never mind the lapses of proofreading; those seem to be inescapable these days. No, it's these things within the story....
Is it really likely that a series of poisonings of cats and dogs would be a prelude to mass murder? That doesn't sound right to me. Serial murder, sure. Mass murder? I wouldn't think so, unless the poisonings are being committed with experimental iterations of, e.g., cholinesterase inhibitors or other potential mass-casualty weapons. Don't serial murderers and mass murderers have wildly different profiles?
And... that arsenic incident didn't sound right, either, so I did a little Internet research. Sure doesn't sound like arsenic would result in a nice quick tidy demise. Certainly not what was described, but that was an unreliable narrator. Still, the documented symptoms seem inconsistent with the evidence described. Must have been the polite sort of arsenic found in English teatime mysteries, rather than the nasty sort found in the mundane world.
Oh, well. It's a fun read, and at least Goldport doesn't seem to have quite the appalling per-capita annual murder rate of Miss Marple's quiet little country village.