Slightly pedantic, old fashioned phrasing, repetitive exposes at thinking through clues with one added piece of information at a time.....while I have appreciated rereading some older novels recently resuscitated from dusty archives for their historical value, the only point of reading Wynne would be for the historical study of the evolution of the detective novel, as he seemed to specialize in exposing an impossible crime committed beyond locked doors and bolted windows.
But really, a block of ice (even after refrigerators were invented) thrown out a window that shatters and drives jagged spikes through a chest as someone leans out a window, that then melts and leaves no trace? And we learn this after hearing only a dozen other fabricated scenarios of accusation by self satisfied police? I won't be wasting any more of my time with Wynne of the 1930's.
This is stilted, to put it politely.