The problems I had with this 1945 entry in the Inspector Charlton series are partly to do with personal taste- I am not fond of novels with a WW2 military setting- and partly to do with the structure and organisation of the book.
Although the reader knows early on that BSM “Cruel” Yule is the “victim”, the murder does not occur until two-thirds of the way in,and so, while the characters are well-developed and motivations seemingly fully explored, the police investigation is curtailed and mostly concerned with alibi-busting. Rather oddly,Charlton’s sidekick,Peter Beresford, looms large in the scene- setting, yet has surprisingly little to do with the investigation. The ending is weak, abrupt and quite unsatisfying.
I spotted the murderer and the motivation, although I kept one other possibility in the frame as I felt his behaviour did not quite add up. Here was another problem for me: no one struck me as being a convincing killer nor did any of the motives appear sufficient . Those who were wronged or harmed by Yule were portrayed as incapable of dealing with his machinations, cruelty, spite and blackmail and as helpless in the face of it all. Yet collectively they knew enough to have him exposed.
Witting does make a number of major points;that evil can be paralysing; that pure intellect and fundamental decency do not always prevail in the face of brute cunning;and that bureaucratic organisations are incapable of dealing with the very good or the very bad.
Despite the odd flash of wit, the tone is darker than in any of the Witting I have so far read. The writing is careful and clear but personal preference will dictate readers’ reactions.While I believe that the author has a lot which is interesting to say on important issues, I was not convinced by this as a novel of detection.
3.5 stars.