I was introduced to the Father Christmas mystery series by Pat, my bride. I got the first book, Twelve Drummers Drumming, two weeks ago for my birthday. It took me a little while to get into it, but I ended up hooked, to the point where I wanted to read the next book in the series ASAP. Imagine my delight when I learned that there have been TWO sequels published since the first: Eleven Pipers Piping is the first of those two sequels.
By the way, we're not talking about THAT Father Christmas. In these books, Tom Christmas is a CoE vicar. In the wake of the brutal slaying of Tom's wife, Lisbeth, the Reverend Christmas has moved with his nine year old daughter Miranda to the English village of Thornford Regis, where he has assumed leadership of St. Nicholas Church. Despite the grim forecast of a daunting snowstorm, the local members of the Thistle but Mostly Rose corps of bagpipers decides to proceed with their celebration of Burns Night. The celebration will be held at the Thorn Court Country Hotel, owned by owned by Caroline Moir, the spouse of Will Moir, a member of the corps. The Reverend Christmas has been recruited to say grace at the dinner part of the celebration, featuring the dreaded (but duly honored) haggis as the main course. The evening begins congenially enough, but the cordiality is soon sundered by Nick Stanhope, brother in law to Will Moir. Stanhope drinks too much, gets handsy with one of the serving girls, and demonstrates not the slightest element of tact or restraint. Weary of Stanhope's machinations, the group agrees to a break in the festivities after the main course is endured. Those in attendance scatter to do what people do during breaks in festivities.
Tom passes through the lobby and encounters a curious interloper. Judith Ingley, a retired nurse, grew up in Thornford Regis but left when very young. She has returned to see if a local coffee shop that has been put up for sale would be a worthy means of enjoying her retirement. Mrs. Ingley is unnerved by the steadily increasing snowfall, and has turned to the Thorn Court for accommodations, unaware that the hotel has in fact closed for renovations. Being the vicar, Tom invites her to join in the remainder of the celebration, and invites her to stay at the vicarage, assuring her that he is not alone there and that the vicarage has room to spare. The group reassembles and the evening resumes, and thus begins the mystery: one of the attendees--Will Moir himself--is missing. Two members of the corps, headed up by the Reverend Christmas, offer to search. They are joined by Mrs. Ingley, who suggests that her experience as a nurse may come in handy. Before long, Mrs. Ingley finds Will in the tower of the hotel, quite dead.
One of the greatest appeals of C. C. Benison's series is that the sequence of events, and the characters, seem and sound quite plausible. I am not a fan when a story allows itself to get mired in a mix-up of who is related, knowingly or otherwise, to whom, but this entry pulls off the tangled family tree reasonably enough. Benison's stories have been favorably compared to those of Agatha Christie. I am not as well versed in the works of Dame Agatha as I wish I were, but I can see some apt comparisons. The first is the presence of a character who suffers from a terminal illness. I can recall some of Christie's perpetrators being otherwise good people who have been informed that their days are numbered, and they thereby act to put a not-always-legal end to the wrongdoings of others. An additional similarity is the use of multiple means to unfold the story. Key elements are revealed in letters composed by Madrun Prowse, the housekeeper at the vicarage, who writes daily letters loaded with misspellings and malaprops to her mother. Mrs. Prowse is briefly suspected of wrongdoing in this story. She provided some yewberry tarts as a dessert for the Burns Nights celebration. At the inquest, it is revealed that Will Noir died by ingesting a poison derived from lethal parts of the yew tree.
In fact, if I have one criticism of the two entries in the series that I have read so far, it's that Mrs. Prowse--via her letters--delivers the denouement. There is no shortage of wit in the letters, but I would like to learn of the final disposition of some of the characters and events in a more sober tone. That said, getting to the end is more than half the fun. I already have the next book in the series, Ten Lords a Leaping--the story of which is hinted at in Eleven Pipers Piping--and I eagerly look forward.