4★
“‘There is no room for amateurs in murder, Miss Fisher,’ said the policeman condescendingly. ‘But I am sure that you will be a comfort to the ladies.’
‘I hope that I shall,’ replied Phryne with all the sweetness of a chocolate-coated razor blade. ‘And I hope that you will allow a mere amateur to observe your methods.’”
Oh dear. A mere amateur? The detective inspector has no idea who this delightful private investigator is. I and her thousands (millions?) of fans know her well and enjoy reading about her derring-do. Phryne has ‘good breeding’, connections, and a beautiful car, but she does need to make a living to cater for her tastes and lifestyle.
Her charisma and magnetism are world-class, such that she can charm anyone, not just easily-flattered detective inspectors, into helping her. Bert and Cec are on hand with their old truck, and she and her personal secretary, Dot, are now a permanent duo.
Dot happily takes care of all the organising and housekeeping and enjoys going along for the ride. Well, some of the rides. She’s frankly terrified of the activities which lend this book its title. Who knew that Phryne was a talented pilot? Not me, or if I did, I forgot.
Phryne gets a frantic call from a woman who is sure her hot-headed son is going to murder is equally hot-headed father, and could Phryne please find out what’s going on? Her son Bill is a keen flyer and wants his father to invest more money in his passion to fly over Antarctica. Father has put his foot down. Bill has enough planes and should settle down.
At the same time, a kidnapping is underway, and Phryne is dealing with an understandably distraught family. She has a look at Bear, the child’s favourite toy, which is a little worse for wear but obviously much loved. Candida would go nowhere willingly without him.
“This might be a bear of very little brain, but even his furry body had been moulded, by the hugs of years, to fit Candida’s embrace.”
Meanwhile, she is moving from her digs at the hotel to a house, where she has hired staff, sight unseen. Dot is concerned about how a staid older couple is going to take to her flamboyant boss.
“Dot wondered how she was to mention Phryne’s habit of strewing her boudoir with beautiful naked young men. She could not think of a method of introducing the subject and decided to leave it to Phryne to cope with.”
And of course, we have the fun of watching Phryne enchant various fellows and cope very well indeed. The plots are fun, Phryne has a stirring adventure while aloft, and Dot manages to keep the boss’s wardrobe in good shape. The clothes as described are spectacular, and I think the TV series has done them justice.
Some of the meals are as elegant as her clothing, but there are countless references to cups of tea and toast on the run – or when finally sitting down.
Phryne is a take-charge sort who seems to instil confidence in those around her, like Dot, who is a bit mousy, but is coming out of her shell and growing a backbone. When they are visiting in another home, Phryne takes it upon herself to buck up the maid.
“ Amelia wrote down the address. She was uneasy. She was about to speak when a scruffy maid ran in and announced shrilly: ‘That cop’s here again, Miss.’
‘Put your cap straight,’ ordered Phryne. ‘Wipe your face on that apron and stand up. A tragedy in the family is no excuse for panic. There. Now, be a good girl. We all need your help, you know. Where would the house be without you?’
Phryne smiled into wide brown eyes and tucked a whisp of hair back under the cap. ‘There. Now, who is at the door?’
‘Detective-inspector Benton, Miss Amelia,’ announced the maid and walked proudly out.
‘Phryne,’ cried Amelia, ‘you are wonderful. Please don’t leave me.’
‘I shall be here. Sit down again.’”
She is wonderful, and I’m so pleased to know she’ll be where I can find her and her extended family.