Unfortunately, the seventh and penultimate voyage in this Ocean Liner Mysteries series, has been the worst yet. It really wasn't great, and yes, there was the usual grizzly murder and petty thefts, but the characters aboard ship weren't all that good and the set up and story was generally poor, and at times excruciatingly boring.
I particularly found the constant bickering between the priggish diplomat, Mark Bossingham and his fiancée, Blanche Charlbury to be flat, somewhat tedious and completely uninteresting. But unfortunately their habitual and wholly ridiculous arguments over propriety, seemed to take up about a quarter of the story, yawn indeed. The pair had absolutely nothing in the way of any charisma, and I kinda wish that someone had livened things up early doors, and took it upon themselves to chuck Bossingham overboard and into the sea for fish food!
Another couple of characters that I didn't get on with whatsoever, were J.P. Morgan and his chief of security, Howard Riedel. Fair enough, the egregiously obnoxious Riedel was set up perfectly as the stories murder victim, I could see why someone would have wanted to off that cretin, but I wasn't so enamoured at even a hint of his boss, Morgan being shown to be altruistic or a philanthropist in any way, shape or form. Something that the book kept hinting at. J.P. Morgan was a scumbag, end of. And the only other character in the book, that I liked to any degree, besides Dillman and Masefield (actually now, Dillman and Dillman, but that doesn't quite have the same ring to it haha!), was Welsh artist, Abednego Thomas. The eccentric Welshman, whom had an infamous reputation as an extremely randy ’player’, and was known by the nickname, ’Abedwego’ Thomas, not only openly despised the banker, he told him exactly what he thought of him straight to his face, without fear or favour! Go on my son!
I also thought it to be exceedingly far fetched, that the reprehensible character of Johnny Killick, whom, as well as being a self entitled, predatory womanizer, and had also been set up as the book’s main ’red herring’, would have a bag of jewelry, which he had presumably won playing cards, that just so happened to be exactly the same as the items that had been stolen from his fellow first class passengers! Aye right! Utterly preposterous, and highly improbable! I did however, somewhat enjoy the beating George Porter Dillman dished out to the upper class predator, on learning that the posh trouble maker had attempted to coerce Genevieve into sexual relations. Nevertheless, and despite my dislike for Killick generally, I must admit that I did take some pleasure from the popinjay’s baiting of the sanctimonious poltroon, Mark Bossingham.
Another welcome distraction, besides Dillman’s beating of the aristocratic narcissist, was that the author focused on some of the staff, outwith the security team, aboard ship on this journey, and they weren’t just the bad guys either!
It was somewhat of a relief reading the interactions between first class stewards, Sidney Browne, Manny Ellway and Manny’s cabin maid wife, Edith Hurst, from the tedious, self righteous drivel, which was boring us to death, from J.P. Morgan, Mark Bossingham and Blanche Charlbury! And we also got a bit of a giggle, when Dillman, after catching the steward and maid sneaking into an empty first class cabin, as they were recently married and the trip was effectively their honeymoon, and after promising the pair that he would not report them to the head steward, but had then asked Manny and Edith for a ’quid pro quo’ in return for his silence, Manny had replied, somewhat taken aback, ’I didn’t think you’d be the type to blackmail us Mr Dillman? And besides, we couldn’t afford to give you a quid out of our meager wages anyway!’ So, George then had to explain it was just Latin, meaning ’a favour for a favour’, but it was certainly smiles all round, haha! It also reminded me of the great Alan Partridge line, ’You ought to have a basic grasp of Latin, if you’re working at Curry’s!’ (or in this case, as a steward aboard a White Star Line vessel!)
Author Edward Marston really, really likes his early twentieth century female fashions. This time, among other descriptions of fancy female attire, he regaled us with this over blown depiction of Genevieve Dillman’s evening wear,
’Dillman was his usual elegant self while Genevieve was wearing a full-length pink evening gown of chiffon-velours with graceful folds, a pointed Court bodice, and lace revers falling tastefully over the décolletage. Her hair was up, throwing her gold earrings into prominence. There was a pink choker around her neck, supporting a single large ruby.’
My word! I really don’t know what half of those things are, and if I never come across a ’chiffon-velour’ or a ’lace rever’ again, I’m not sure I’ll lose much sleep over it, haha!
The Oceanic even had a couturier passenger aboard, one Oskar Halberg, whom not only had his billfold and money stolen, by the tale’s main thieves and murderers, he was also hoodwinked by Abednego Thomas’s model and lover, Dominique Cadine into giving her his latest dress designs, which were then plagiarized by the Welsh artist’s wife, Veronica Thomas! It was certainly a very tangled web indeed, but Halberg, whom could not be accused of modesty to any degree, didn’t really inspire much in the way of any sympathy, as he was highly unpleasant and rather obnoxious all told.
Hopefully things pick up again for the final instalment of Dillman and Masefield aboard the wonderfully named ship, the Celtic.
I will say however, because Dillman and Masefield were now working for the White Star Line in this particular sea faring adventure, where the year was also now 1910 and with one more ship to board in the series, I really think that the author missed a trick by not adding a further book, which could have seen the pair of ship’s detectives aboard The Titanic! What a way to go out! Genevieve would obviously, being a first class female passenger, have been rescued, but poor auld George Porter Dillman would most certainly have gone down with the ship! Just a thought mind, but Eddy M definitely missed a trick there I think!