If this is the ultimate "impossible crime" murder mystery set in an elevator - nothing else really competes - then it's a bit obscure, innit? Maybe British Library Crime Classics will get around to reprinting it; I thought, going in, and having to rely on a dusty old edition from its own bygone era, that one reason it has disappeared would be a freight elevator's worth of racial stereotyping or not-aged-well crap that would defeat even the standard one-page apology for content we get in many new editions of offensive old fiction. But there's almost nothing here of that nature (almost), so if the book does come back to us in a spanking fresh package, it won't have to have half the dialogue and most of the attitudes marring an otherwise terrific whodunit slashed down to make about half a book, or re-written to be presentable to the 2020s crowd and beyond. Thankfully, it's not the kind of fatal descent that descends to that.
The big boss of the publishing outfit that sprawls throughout a series of floors that make up the impressive edifice called the Temple gets into his lovely private elevator, and winds up on the ground floor, never to exit except when carried out, sporting a fatal gunshot wound. Before that, several chapters have established several characters, bipping about, doing some light and possibly heavy personal and business-related drama that all seems to have a very good chance of being important once bigwig has been killed when and where he simply could not have been killed.
I reacted negatively to a boring old gunshot being the cause of death. I mean, I had bought this book - saved it out of a dusty bookstore basement where they let me gambol about as long as I keep finding things to buy - mainly based on the stark image on the cover...someone slicing through elevator cable so as to, I would assume, create a death plunge for some poor slob. But the rich slob only got shot. Nevertheless, even without the elevator - or lift, if we wanna go with this where the book is - even without a spectacular elevator crash somewhere in the bowels of the building, the sheer impossibility of this heinous slaying almost immediately began preying on my mind - especially with one of the sleuths who would be working on the case having been on the scene, by chance, during lead-up and murder. We get down to business before the dust has finished settling and the last few screams have died away after the dude died away.
This book is in with that select few, where I would say it is a Fair Play whodunit, but at the same time, certain specifics about how the thing was done may simply be beyond the reckoning of some readers...including me. I have no intention of spoiling anything, but once explanations and reveals have concluded, someone does say "That was a Popular Mechanics murder if ever there was one", or something like that. But PLEASE don't let that dissuade you from reading this book, if you are lucky enough to spot an old copy lying abandoned in an elevator, elevator shaft, or trash compactor. Sure, certain readers blessed with a certain type of specific knowledge, will have an advantage. But I loved learning how it had all been done - and this "impossible crime" mystery is as satisfying in its magical transforming of the impossible into the well-of-course-that's-how!, as any other I know of.
Oh, and as for the cover misrepresenting things - wellll, hang on a bit. That elevator becomes almost as compelling a character as any human in the book. The closer we are to that fancied-up Private elevator - anytime we are there with someone inspecting it, standing under it, perched over it, riding around in it checking for anomalies - the book is perhaps at its most fascinating. I learned a lot about old-fashioned elevators (assuming there have been some modern advancements to core principles). But I also learned that sometimes a reader must be patient, as regards the juicy promise of some dastardly fiend sabotaging an elevator...hm, maybe while investigators go in for final test rides at night...anyway, as clever and satisfying a puzzle on display, this novel is very suspenseful, even scary, at times.
Ironically, as much as we get to know about elevators and how they function, that is not actually what I was alluding to when I suggested that many readers may not know certain details of a technical nature, which would really help solve the case. We cover elevators, how they work, believe me. Elevator mechanics do not remain some shadowy topic, giving elevator maintenance crews an advantage while reading this delightful book. No, no - it's...something else. Something about guns, you're wondering (or Guns of Navarone?) - oh never mind me, I'm just gettin' silly now.