The synopsis: A young man called Brat Farrar, orphan and traveler and something of a chameleon, is approached by a less than scrupulous actor because he is the spitting image of another young man called Simon Ashby, the heir to Latchetts, something of an equestrian empire. I didn’t plan on reading it online in two big gulps, but that’s what happened, and the less said about what computer was used for those gulps the better, mmkay? But then last week my Goodreads friend Jemidar pointed out that Josephine Tey was available free online, and that was all I needed to hear. Stupid segregation.) Also, there is the sort of vague feeling that I was saving this: with Brat Farrar still unread, there was still a Tey novel out there that would be new to me. (It’s a trade paperback, which lives in a different place from the ordinary paperbacks. Somehow I never had a copy until not too long ago, and somehow when I reread all my Teys at the beginning of the year I couldn’t put my hands on my copy.
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