Rub-A-Dub-Dub

This is the delightful sequel to the equally delightful The Murder League, which introduced Carruthers, Simpson and Briggs, three charming rogues, who formed their own version of Murder, Inc. and almost got away with it. In Rub-A-Dub-Dub, the three erstwhile scribes have come into a small fortune of questionable source but of unquestionable legality. They decide to take a sea voyage to calm their steel-like nerves. Sir Percival Pugh, Q.C., that arch-criminal lawyer, who defended them once before, takes the trip as well—and a good thing too. In no time at all, cherubic little Carruthers has fallen prey to one of the oldest confidence games going. He is accused of raping Mrs. Mazie Carpenter in her stateroom. Mrs. Carpenter is an American doll (and card sharp) and eminently rapable. Carruthers is delighted with the charge—as would any septuagenarian be—but when Mrs. Carpenter is most foully murdered and that mite of a man, Briggs, is accused of the deed, the joke is over. Sir Percival steps in and, once again, gets them out of hot water. He also, of course, nails the real culprit in the most outlandish coroner’s inquest ever held on land or sea.