Reading progress update: I've read 11 out of 237 pages.

Seven Dead (British Library Crime Classics) - Martin Edwards, Eleanor Farjeon

This is not Ted Lyte’s story. He merely had the excessive misfortune to come into it, and to remain in it longer than he wanted. Had he adopted Cardinal Wolsey’s advice and flung away ambition, continuing to limit his illegal acts to the petty pilfering and pickpocketing at which he was fairly expert, he would have spared himself on this historic Saturday morning the most horrible moment of his life. The moment was so horrible that it deprived him temporarily of his senses. But he was not a prophet; all he could predict of the future was the next instant, and that often wrongly; and the open gate, with the glimpse beyond of the shuttered window, tempted him.

That's quite an opening. Farjeon follows this up with some scene setting which is dripping with atmosphere ... I can practically hear that gate squeak.