Lively and entertaining murder mystery in which the characterisation is the star! 3.5 stars
Considered an overlooked classic, No Tears For Hilda, was written in 1950 by the pseudonymous Andrew Garve, just one of several pen names he wrote under. Throughly entertaining from start to finish, the story moves along at a brisk pace and whilst the plot isn’t the most complicated, Garve delivers a masterclass with his characterisation of forty-five-year-old housewife, mother of one and murder victim, Hilda Lambert. An affable amateur sleuth and a cast of well-drawn characters complete the line-up to provide a charming, yet clearly dated, mystery.
When forty-two-year-old unassuming civil servant, George Lambert, returns home from work late one November evening to find his wife of twenty years dead with her head is the gas stove, he assumes she has been driven to such action after discovering his burgeoning romance with a pretty young nurse, Lucy. Wracked with guilt and with the hope of saving his female companions blushes, George’s offers up a paper thin alibi to the police, led by the saturnine Inspector Haines which attempts to keep nurse Lucy out of matters. However the discovery of a nasty bruise at the top of Hilda’s spine together with the circumstantial evidence piling up against George and his newfound romance lean heavily towards his guilt. Yet, George does not fit the picture of a man driven to murder and despite the evidence not sitting well with an unconvinced Inspector Haines he has no choice but to arrest George and send him to trial, with the prospect of a guilty verdict leaving him facing death by hanging. Added to George’s seemingly ambivalent feelings about Hilda and the prevailing opinion of her as colourless individual not given to socialising and with little about her bearing to arouse anger, other potential suspects appear to be in short supply. But against this Inspector Haines must weigh the unanimous perception of George as a gentle, dependable and loyal chap.
As George is held on remand in Brixton prison fearing the worst and with little idea as to how to convince a jury of his innocence, the arrival of his old wartime comrade, Max Easterbrook, in London on a months leave from his employment with the International Refugee Organisation, brings a glimmer of hope. Thirty-two-years old and keen to assist his old chum, Max goes into amateur sleuth mode, convinced that to have been murdered Hilda must have aroused passionate emotions in someone, be they love or hate! His investigation begins close to home with the Lambert’s charlady reporting that Hilda behaved indifferently towards the man who cared for her and never even cooked a meal for him after a hard day at work, all while she acted like a lady of leisure who made little of her assets (dressed frumpily and used no make-up). As his inquiries take him from daughter, Jane, recuperating with manic-depressive insanity to Hilda’s brother, Andrew, Max digs into her past with each piece adding to the picture of a thoroughly odious woman, practically asking to me murdered! As Max soon discovers, the only person that Hilda didn’t seem to overtly antagonise was her long-suffering husband of two decades whom according to all reports she belittled all whilst she ran a neglected home with few comforts.
Easterbrook’s probe into Hilda’s life is not the most inspired as he follows a path as he delves into her past all whilst being far too obvious about his motivation and leaving himself wide open to attack. Admittedly, Max’s inquiries all feel a little perfunctory, with the reader in little doubt that a resolution is in sight, but his bonhomie and astute nature make him a passable investigator. The brilliance here is that the rather crafty resolution relies heavily on Max having formed a complete picture of Hilda and understanding the motivation for so much of her spiteful behaviour and emotional outbursts. There is little doubt that by the end of his investigation, Hilda Lambert comes across as a thoroughly repugnant woman. Garve does an exemplary job of getting under the skin of Hilda and making the reader grateful to have never personally encountered her! The final chapter or so are something of a disappointment with much less fanfare to Easterbrook’s revelations than one might hope all whilst Inspector Haines attempts to spoil the party! In truth I would have appreciated a little more tension and suspense throughout the story as a whole, however this did not prevent my enjoyment.
Diverting and wholly readable, it is the throughly exasperating Hilda who leaves a lasting memory, along with a contentious moral dilemma asking whether it is more important that an innocent man is saved or that the guilty one should be punished.