Many thanks to NetGalley and The Mysterious Press for this Advanced Reader Copy and the opportunity to review Death and the Conjuror. All opinions and comments are my own.
Fans of Locked Room mysteries will find much to keep them occupied in Death and the Conjuror by Tom Mead, set in 1936 London. The plot is straightforward enough -- psychologist seeing three rather unique patients is found dead in his locked study. But nothing else is straightforward about “Death and the Conjuror,” as readers will soon learn.
Inspector George Flint is delegated to solve the “murder as a puzzle,” as our author has it. He knows he needs help, and calls upon Joseph Spector -- the “old magician.” The conjuror of our title. What follows is a careful setting out of clues, details about past events, and especially, motives for murder. The author even obligingly goes over the seven different scenarios for a locked room mystery (as first advanced by John Dickson Carr in his book, The Hollow Man in 1935).
The body count increases by one, in another impossible crime. The press begins looking for “the phantom killer.” Readers may begin to agree that, as Spector says, they’re faced with a “puzzle with too many pieces.” But he is a magician, after all. Never fear, gentle reader, because you will be “rewarded” with the Golden Age Interlude: solve the mystery before those in the book do. Go on. I’ll wait. Ah, all done? Well, then, sit back and get ready for the gathering of the suspects and the Big Reveal.
Before that happens, however, we are told that Flint does not trust Spector. This, after everything? Oh, ye of little faith. Locked room mysteries have to be explained, of course. So, the magician weaves his magic, and a murderer appears. And at this point, if this was an old-time radio drama, the narrator would be intoning, “Crime Does Not Pay.”
Death and the Conjuror is very plot- and character-driven, as you can imagine. It ticks all the boxes for a locked room mystery. That being said, I never thought I got a handle on Joseph Spector as “detective,” nor as a well-rounded fictional individual. There was a kind of cypher quality to him that I couldn’t get past. Perhaps the plot was supposed to be the “everything” in this book. Maybe in the next one (I’m sure that’s the plan) Mr. Mead can conjure up a better personality for his main character.