I am delighted to find another reissued novel by one of my favourite B-list GAD authors, J G H Vahey, best known in his guise as Vernon Loder. This was the first of two written as George Varney.
What is of great interest about this 1927 mystery is that the most effective of the amateur detectives is a sharp and elderly devourer of detective fiction called Mrs Turnbull who rarely stirs out of the house where she is lodging. Superintendent Vaux helpfully allows a lot of latitude in the investigation, saying at one point:-
"I’ll take it as a favour if you’ll let me come and check my conclusions occasionally. A woman’s intuition complements a man’s observation, and there’s some things you can see that we can’t, just as, in spite of all the feminists, there are some things no woman will understand this side of doomsday.”
Apart from Margaret Turnbull, and Vaux, who is a rare example of a Scotland Yard-trained detective working permanently in the provinces, the rest of the characters are fairly conventional, although four of them are Americans pursuing a claim to an English inheritance.
The plot is not difficult to fathom and the customary romance is pretty level-headed. A good pace is maintained and there is no mid-book sag, but it is all quite low key and there is not much tension or excitement.
A solid bedtime read.
3.5 stars , mainly for Mrs Turnbull.