The author of Bodies in a Bookshop, R.T. Campbell, was actually Ruthven Campbell Todd — a poet, scholar art critic and fantasy novelist (in other words, a man of letters and a polymath). Not content to do everything else, apparently, he wrote a series of detective stories to try out the genre.
This particular murder mystery involves a cantankerous bookshop owner (who also sold pornography — keeping in mind that in the 40s, pornography was mostly prints and sketches, and questionable writings such as de Sade) and a blackmailer. They were found dead, both conked on the head and left to die of gas inhalation inside a room locked from the outside.
The ensuing investigation is led by two botanists, one of whom — eccentric to the point of absurdity — is an amateur criminologist, a terrible driver, a heavy drinker and a perpetual thorn in the side of the Bishop, the Chief Inspector of Scotland Yard.
The book does not have a dust jacket. There is slight shelf wear and rubbing to the spine of the book and light tanning to the top edges of the front and back covers. There is light foxing to the inside of the front and back covers and to the front and back free end papers. Internally, the pages are clean and the binding is tight.