Velda Johnston has become a favourite mystery authoress of mine and I have more of her hardcovers to look forward to; most in mint condition since the 1970s. “Masquerade In Venice” and “The Late Mrs. Fonsell” are both historic fiction but astoundingly different in setting and tone. “A Room With Dark Mirrors” stays in modern day 1975 and proves that this genre is well-varied, even for one authoress. One disappointment is that the title comes from a brief scene and denotes an eerie adventure, when what it comprises is a chase.
Dorothy Wanger is a flight attendant, who divorced a three-month husband for cheating on her. Eric wants to atone for that and is on her flight, to work in Paris. Determination to win her back, saves her from an abduction. It is nonsense that the police disbelieve Dorothy. Her short layover is spent hiding, with the suspicion that an attempt might be made again. The purpose baffles Dorothy and Eric understandably for awhile, in the belief that she was targeted for her resemblance to someone. Eventually, I felt that the direction of the goal should have occurred to her; if not the specifics of the motive.
Because Velda produced originality at every turn and the pace of this novel was constantly brisk, while it seamlessly filled-in a complex back story; it is a pity for my grade to waver at four stars. There was a flurry of clichés. For starters, Eric had a secure, gated rental house. Dorothy should have stayed there until she returned to New York. She sought a motel the first night and incredulously wanted to go sightseeing, after joining Eric and a bodyguard. I sighed at the weakest cliché: phoning someone with a warning but not stating the crucial information, before the answerer hung up.