3 MAY 1957, Page 31

You Can't Believe Your Eyes. By Joan Fleming. (Collins, 10s.

6d.) Prettily put-together piece con- cerning death over dinner; how it looked to all present; and who had really done it. Convincingly contemporary London background and some not at all elaborate but quite reasonably likely characterisation. Very readable indeed, without precisely being exciting—perhaps because one cannot really care about the man who dies, or about who)cilled him.