The ghost that disappears.
The enjoyment of a book depends on the author’s skill, but also on what the reader brings to the table. While I’m a great fan of this series, this book involves two hobbies which don’t interest me at all - the collecting of antique cars and Renaissance Fairs. I wouldn’t know a 1904 Rolls Royce if one ran over me and the Hey, Nonny, Nonny! stuff bores me to tears.
Professional detective Max Bittersohn is as luke-warm as I am, but a paying customer is a paying customer. His specialty is tracking down stolen art work or other valuables and antique Rolls Royces are very valuable indeed.
For once, Sarah Kelling Bittersohn’s family isn’t front and center, although plenty of them are involved. Max has been hired by wealthy Bill Billingsgate, one of whose antique Rolls Royces has been stolen. He understands that the theft may involve someone close to his family and hopes Max can solve the crime without bringing in the police.
Meanwhile, he and his wife are hosting their annual Renaissance Revel involving an authentic (kinda) mediaeval feast, mugs of mead, Morris Dancers, music with dulcimers, lutes, tabors, etc, and (naturally) all the guests in period costumes. Max has brought Sarah along to mingle with the guests and see if she can pick up any hints as to who might have stolen the old car.
How the theft was committed is a mystery, considering that the owner (at the insistence of his insurance company) had installed security equipment to ensure the safety of his expensive playthings. During the Revel, he locked the car garage and stationed a trusted servant outside to warn off any guests who try to visit the cars. Sadly, a ruthless thief is willing to kill to get at the valuable cars.
Although he sees no connection, Billingsgate is also having strange troubles at the chain of radio stations he runs as a hobby to promote his political and social beliefs. Long-time employees are quitting without notice, equipment is sabotaged, and the business is in danger of having to close. Billingsgate is a popular philanthropist and no one can imagine anyone wishing him ill, but something is going on.
When a second car disappears and one of Sarah’s many aunts disappears with it, the police must be called in. Max normally gets along well with local police, but the current Chief of Police got his job through nepotism and his high opinion of himself isn’t shared by his employees or by the general public.
It gets sorted out in the end, but not before another gristly murder is committed. The moral is that we often don’t know as much about people as we think we do. Not everyone who seems friendly is on the side of the angels. It pays to be wary of old friends with whom you’ve been out of touch for years. Above all, watch out for neighbors. They may not be as harmless as they seem.
It’s a good book and I like Sarah and Max Bittersohn, but I was bored trying to figure out which Morris dancer absented himself from the revels long enough to commit murder. Or was there a spare costume worn by someone who was there for nefarious purposes? When people put on stupid costumes and make fools out of themselves, whatever happens to them is their own damned fault. And (to me) a vehicle is just a means of getting from Point A to Point B. In short, don’t look for me at the next Renaissance Fair or antique car rally you attend. I’ll be at home reading.