Warning to young authors: if your first book is too good, readers will be disappointed in the next one.
I loved this author’s “Death in Kensington” which is filled with off-beat wit and insane-but-believable characters. His detective (man-about-town and journalist Charles Venables) is appealing and the mystery is well-plotted, even if the puzzle does take a back seat to the general lunacy of the characters and their actions.
In his second book, Sprigg centered his story on his career (journalism) and one of his passions (Marxism.) “Kensington” is a lively 164 pages. At almost 300 pages, this one limps on interminably. And while Marx may have had some good points, he’s not a barrel of laughs and neither is this book.
The villain is Lord Carpenter, who controls several powerful London newspapers, including the “Mercury” (which employs Charles Venables as its chief crime reporter.) In the early part of the 20th century, press lords were men to be feared and propitiated and several went from being “lords” to being “Lords.” In England the traditional way to show deference and curry favor is to award fancy titles. The knighthoods the royals hand out today like Halloween candy are chump change. They're not inherited and do not raise “Sir Whoever” to the peerage.
The press lords came out better. Lord Beaverbrook was a Canadian commoner who was made a baron (a hereditary title) because of his power as the head of several newspapers. The Harmsworth brothers were English commoners who were first made barons, then promoted to viscounts. Lord Carpenter is just a baron and if his enemies have anything to say about it, he’ll never rise any higher.
His power to inflame public opinion has gone to Lord Carpenter's head. He’s decided the Soviet Union is the greatest threat to England and that war is the only answer. It’s 1937 and Hitler and Mussolini are scaring most people into fits, but Lord Carpenter ignores them in favor of fomenting a war with Russia. The Prime Minister begs Carpenter to reconsider, but is ignored. The Mercury staff is appalled, but must either go along or lose their jobs. The Chief challenges anyone who doesn’t agree with him to murder him with one of the daggers adorning his wall. Otherwise he’ll proceed with his plan.
Predictably, some one takes him up on the dare. His sensible younger brother takes over and the Prime Minister is able to calm the public. War is averted, but Scotland Yard must find the murderer. Everyone agrees Lord Carpenter's murderer is a public benefactor, but offing people must not be encouraged.
In addition to his overbearing ways and political idiocies, Lord Carpenter is also a ladies man and several young women on the staff have fallen prey to his charms. So the field of suspects is wide, including his angry wife, her angry lover, two ditched mistresses, and enraged boyfriends, husbands, brothers, and fathers.
Instead of Chief Inspector Bray (Charles Venables' boyhood friend who investigated the death in "Kensington") we get Detective Inspector Mancible, a much less likable character. He’s sharp and hard-working, but lacking in PR skills. He arrests first one person, then another in an attempt to shake something loose. Of course, amateur detective Charles Venables realizes he must solve the murder himself or risk losing his new girlfriend to terminal sorrow. His girlfriend in “Kensington” has ditched him due to his sloppy play when they were partnered in bridge one evening. Upper class Brits take their bridge very seriously. Now he’s in love with another girl and her brother’s head is on the chopping block if he can’t find the real murderer.
There’s a pretty good courtroom scene and I speak as one who normally dislikes courtroom drama. Still, this one has a lot going for it, including an incompetent judge, a competent prosecutor, and a tenacious defense attorney who’s prepared to go down for the count. The clock is ticking while Charles Venables works frantically to get evidence against the real murderer.
The ending isn’t terribly realistic, but the story winds its way to a conclusion at long last and there are some good parts. Given that Sprigg was a committed Marxist, I'm surprised the members of the London communist cell are such buffoons. Did he believe in Marxism in theory, but think the Russians were too dim to pull it off?
I’d like it better if I wasn’t comparing it to “Death in Kensington” but I don’t know how a reader can help comparing one of an author’s books to another one. Still, it's not stopping me from going on to the next book in the series - "Death of an Airman."