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No Tears for Hilda
Max Easterbrook arrives in London to discover that his best friend, kindly George Lambert, has been charged with wife-murder. Max can't believe that his friend is guilty, and tries to find evidence that will prove his innocence, but the picture is bleak, with George known to be in a love relationship with a pretty young nurse and the deceased wife, Hilda, seemingly a harmless woman without an enemy in the world.
240 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 1950
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Andrew Garve
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Andrew Garve was the pen name of Paul Winterton (1908-2001). He was born in Leicester and educated at the Hulme Grammar School, Manchester and Purley County School, Surrey, after which he took a degree in Economics at London University. He was on the staff of The Economist for four years, and then worked for fourteen years for the London News Chronicle as reporter, leader writer and foreign correspondent. He was assigned to Moscow from 1942 to 1945, where he was also the correspondent of the BBC’s Overseas Service.
After the war he turned to full-time writing of detective and adventure novels and produced more than forty-five books. His work was serialized, televised, broadcast, filmed and translated into some twenty languages. He was noted for his varied and unusual backgrounds – including Russia, newspaper offices, the West Indies, ocean sailing, the Australian outback, politics, mountaineering and forestry – and for never repeating a plot.
Andrew Garve was a founding member and first joint secretary of the Crime Writers’ Association.
Andrew Garve was the pen name of Paul Winterton (1908-2001). He was born in Leicester and educated at the Hulme Grammar School, Manchester and Purley County School, Surrey, after which he took a degree in Economics at London University. He was on the staff of The Economist for four years, and then worked for fourteen years for the London News Chronicle as reporter, leader writer and foreign correspondent. He was assigned to Moscow from 1942 to 1945, where he was also the correspondent of the BBC’s Overseas Service.
After the war he turned to full-time writing of detective and adventure novels and produced more than forty-five books. His work was serialized, televised, broadcast, filmed and translated into some twenty languages. He was noted for his varied and unusual backgrounds – including Russia, newspaper offices, the West Indies, ocean sailing, the Australian outback, politics, mountaineering and forestry – and for never repeating a plot.
Andrew Garve was a founding member and first joint secretary of the Crime Writers’ Association.
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December 7, 2018
Lively and entertaining murder mystery in which the characterisation is the star! 3.5 stars
Considered an overlooked classic, No Tears For Hilda, was written in 1950 by the pseudonymous Andrew Garve, just one of several pen names he wrote under. Throughly entertaining from start to finish, the story moves along at a brisk pace and whilst the plot isn’t the most complicated, Garve delivers a masterclass with his characterisation of forty-five-year-old housewife, mother of one and murder victim, Hilda Lambert. An affable amateur sleuth and a cast of well-drawn characters complete the line-up to provide a charming, yet clearly dated, mystery.
When forty-two-year-old unassuming civil servant, George Lambert, returns home from work late one November evening to find his wife of twenty years dead with her head is the gas stove, he assumes she has been driven to such action after discovering his burgeoning romance with a pretty young nurse, Lucy. Wracked with guilt and with the hope of saving his female companions blushes, George’s offers up a paper thin alibi to the police, led by the saturnine Inspector Haines which attempts to keep nurse Lucy out of matters. However the discovery of a nasty bruise at the top of Hilda’s spine together with the circumstantial evidence piling up against George and his newfound romance lean heavily towards his guilt. Yet, George does not fit the picture of a man driven to murder and despite the evidence not sitting well with an unconvinced Inspector Haines he has no choice but to arrest George and send him to trial, with the prospect of a guilty verdict leaving him facing death by hanging. Added to George’s seemingly ambivalent feelings about Hilda and the prevailing opinion of her as colourless individual not given to socialising and with little about her bearing to arouse anger, other potential suspects appear to be in short supply. But against this Inspector Haines must weigh the unanimous perception of George as a gentle, dependable and loyal chap.
As George is held on remand in Brixton prison fearing the worst and with little idea as to how to convince a jury of his innocence, the arrival of his old wartime comrade, Max Easterbrook, in London on a months leave from his employment with the International Refugee Organisation, brings a glimmer of hope. Thirty-two-years old and keen to assist his old chum, Max goes into amateur sleuth mode, convinced that to have been murdered Hilda must have aroused passionate emotions in someone, be they love or hate! His investigation begins close to home with the Lambert’s charlady reporting that Hilda behaved indifferently towards the man who cared for her and never even cooked a meal for him after a hard day at work, all while she acted like a lady of leisure who made little of her assets (dressed frumpily and used no make-up). As his inquiries take him from daughter, Jane, recuperating with manic-depressive insanity to Hilda’s brother, Andrew, Max digs into her past with each piece adding to the picture of a thoroughly odious woman, practically asking to me murdered! As Max soon discovers, the only person that Hilda didn’t seem to overtly antagonise was her long-suffering husband of two decades whom according to all reports she belittled all whilst she ran a neglected home with few comforts.
Easterbrook’s probe into Hilda’s life is not the most inspired as he follows a path as he delves into her past all whilst being far too obvious about his motivation and leaving himself wide open to attack. Admittedly, Max’s inquiries all feel a little perfunctory, with the reader in little doubt that a resolution is in sight, but his bonhomie and astute nature make him a passable investigator. The brilliance here is that the rather crafty resolution relies heavily on Max having formed a complete picture of Hilda and understanding the motivation for so much of her spiteful behaviour and emotional outbursts. There is little doubt that by the end of his investigation, Hilda Lambert comes across as a thoroughly repugnant woman. Garve does an exemplary job of getting under the skin of Hilda and making the reader grateful to have never personally encountered her! The final chapter or so are something of a disappointment with much less fanfare to Easterbrook’s revelations than one might hope all whilst Inspector Haines attempts to spoil the party! In truth I would have appreciated a little more tension and suspense throughout the story as a whole, however this did not prevent my enjoyment.
Diverting and wholly readable, it is the throughly exasperating Hilda who leaves a lasting memory, along with a contentious moral dilemma asking whether it is more important that an innocent man is saved or that the guilty one should be punished.
Considered an overlooked classic, No Tears For Hilda, was written in 1950 by the pseudonymous Andrew Garve, just one of several pen names he wrote under. Throughly entertaining from start to finish, the story moves along at a brisk pace and whilst the plot isn’t the most complicated, Garve delivers a masterclass with his characterisation of forty-five-year-old housewife, mother of one and murder victim, Hilda Lambert. An affable amateur sleuth and a cast of well-drawn characters complete the line-up to provide a charming, yet clearly dated, mystery.
When forty-two-year-old unassuming civil servant, George Lambert, returns home from work late one November evening to find his wife of twenty years dead with her head is the gas stove, he assumes she has been driven to such action after discovering his burgeoning romance with a pretty young nurse, Lucy. Wracked with guilt and with the hope of saving his female companions blushes, George’s offers up a paper thin alibi to the police, led by the saturnine Inspector Haines which attempts to keep nurse Lucy out of matters. However the discovery of a nasty bruise at the top of Hilda’s spine together with the circumstantial evidence piling up against George and his newfound romance lean heavily towards his guilt. Yet, George does not fit the picture of a man driven to murder and despite the evidence not sitting well with an unconvinced Inspector Haines he has no choice but to arrest George and send him to trial, with the prospect of a guilty verdict leaving him facing death by hanging. Added to George’s seemingly ambivalent feelings about Hilda and the prevailing opinion of her as colourless individual not given to socialising and with little about her bearing to arouse anger, other potential suspects appear to be in short supply. But against this Inspector Haines must weigh the unanimous perception of George as a gentle, dependable and loyal chap.
As George is held on remand in Brixton prison fearing the worst and with little idea as to how to convince a jury of his innocence, the arrival of his old wartime comrade, Max Easterbrook, in London on a months leave from his employment with the International Refugee Organisation, brings a glimmer of hope. Thirty-two-years old and keen to assist his old chum, Max goes into amateur sleuth mode, convinced that to have been murdered Hilda must have aroused passionate emotions in someone, be they love or hate! His investigation begins close to home with the Lambert’s charlady reporting that Hilda behaved indifferently towards the man who cared for her and never even cooked a meal for him after a hard day at work, all while she acted like a lady of leisure who made little of her assets (dressed frumpily and used no make-up). As his inquiries take him from daughter, Jane, recuperating with manic-depressive insanity to Hilda’s brother, Andrew, Max digs into her past with each piece adding to the picture of a thoroughly odious woman, practically asking to me murdered! As Max soon discovers, the only person that Hilda didn’t seem to overtly antagonise was her long-suffering husband of two decades whom according to all reports she belittled all whilst she ran a neglected home with few comforts.
Easterbrook’s probe into Hilda’s life is not the most inspired as he follows a path as he delves into her past all whilst being far too obvious about his motivation and leaving himself wide open to attack. Admittedly, Max’s inquiries all feel a little perfunctory, with the reader in little doubt that a resolution is in sight, but his bonhomie and astute nature make him a passable investigator. The brilliance here is that the rather crafty resolution relies heavily on Max having formed a complete picture of Hilda and understanding the motivation for so much of her spiteful behaviour and emotional outbursts. There is little doubt that by the end of his investigation, Hilda Lambert comes across as a thoroughly repugnant woman. Garve does an exemplary job of getting under the skin of Hilda and making the reader grateful to have never personally encountered her! The final chapter or so are something of a disappointment with much less fanfare to Easterbrook’s revelations than one might hope all whilst Inspector Haines attempts to spoil the party! In truth I would have appreciated a little more tension and suspense throughout the story as a whole, however this did not prevent my enjoyment.
Diverting and wholly readable, it is the throughly exasperating Hilda who leaves a lasting memory, along with a contentious moral dilemma asking whether it is more important that an innocent man is saved or that the guilty one should be punished.
August 12, 2020
This was an OK read. Not great, but entertaining. However, the author certainly made both women in the story unlikable for their own reasons. One was a miserable vindictive cow, the other was a wishy-washy damsel in distress when it came to relationships. Also, the murderer is revealed within the last 20 or so pages so no suspense and the ending was...meh. But that being said, it was interesting to see how the potential murderer's friend went about trying to save him from the gallows with his detective skills, apparently much more in depth than the local police did.
June 4, 2012
Andrew Garve wrote a number of workmanlike, competent and entertaining crime and suspense stories, mostly in the 1950s. "No Tears for Hilda" is a typical example. It is the fictional equivalent of some of those black and white cinema thrillers made by British film studios during the same period, usually starring someone such as John Mills or Richard Todd. It is an undemanding, gripping novel that knows exactly what it is doing. Its aim is not to be high literature or to change its readers' perceptions of the world. Its sole purpose is to provide a few hours of diverting reading. And it achieves its aim very effectively.
The novel is set in middle class London of the early 1950s. Refugee charity worker Max Easterbrook, who lives and works abroad, comes to London for a month's break. His best friend George Lambert, whom he met while both were prisoners of war, has been charged by the police with the murder of his wife, Hilda. Hilda, it turns out, is a deeply unpleasant woman. Her death, which was intended to appear as suicide, seems to be a clearcut case of wife-murder. George initially lied to the police about his whereabouts. It then transpired that he was at the time having an affair with a pretty young psychiatric nurse, who had been involved in the treatment of his daughter's illness. Max refuses to believe that George is responsible for his wife's killing, despite the circumstantial evidence against him. So, he sets out to prove his friend's innocence. His task is not helped by the fact that Hilda seems at face value to be a nondescript person without an enemy in the world.
"No Tears for Hilda" does what it says on the tin. It is a rattling good read. It is not a whodunit. The tension lies less in whether George is, in fact, the murderer, and more in whether Max will get to the truth before George's trial begins. As in most such stories, the characterisation is unsophisticated. Everything depends on the story itself which, though not particularly original, is gripping and entertaining. And, most importantly, Garve writes in a very readable, page-turning style that is ideal for this sort of novel. "No Tears for Hilda" is not a book that will live long in the memory. But it delivers several hours of solidly entertaining reading. 6/10.
The novel is set in middle class London of the early 1950s. Refugee charity worker Max Easterbrook, who lives and works abroad, comes to London for a month's break. His best friend George Lambert, whom he met while both were prisoners of war, has been charged by the police with the murder of his wife, Hilda. Hilda, it turns out, is a deeply unpleasant woman. Her death, which was intended to appear as suicide, seems to be a clearcut case of wife-murder. George initially lied to the police about his whereabouts. It then transpired that he was at the time having an affair with a pretty young psychiatric nurse, who had been involved in the treatment of his daughter's illness. Max refuses to believe that George is responsible for his wife's killing, despite the circumstantial evidence against him. So, he sets out to prove his friend's innocence. His task is not helped by the fact that Hilda seems at face value to be a nondescript person without an enemy in the world.
"No Tears for Hilda" does what it says on the tin. It is a rattling good read. It is not a whodunit. The tension lies less in whether George is, in fact, the murderer, and more in whether Max will get to the truth before George's trial begins. As in most such stories, the characterisation is unsophisticated. Everything depends on the story itself which, though not particularly original, is gripping and entertaining. And, most importantly, Garve writes in a very readable, page-turning style that is ideal for this sort of novel. "No Tears for Hilda" is not a book that will live long in the memory. But it delivers several hours of solidly entertaining reading. 6/10.
September 26, 2025
Not Garves best but still very very taut and readable. I think that it has been years since I read a complete book in one seating .
September 4, 2017
'No Tears For Hilda' by Andrew Garve is a 1950s classic crime novel. It earns four stars for me for the brilliant character study of Hilda, who we never actually meet as she's dead on the first page of the book. We learn about her through the investigation into her murder, and the descriptions gradually build up a portrait of the woman as she really was - hence the book's title. The story itself is fairly straightforward and holds the reader's interest throughout. However, the dated description of manic-depression is a flaw that modern readers will find alternately laughable and disturbing.
March 21, 2019
A great little mystery, fun to read through it quickly.
July 19, 2019
Enjoyable and workmanlike mystery classic, but it doesn't have the excitement or panache of some of Garve's later books, like The Galloway Case and The Ascent of D-13.
December 30, 2019
Solid British mystery
Good book. Not Golden Age but appealing if you like British mysteries. You can see what's coming, yet still worthwhile.
Good book. Not Golden Age but appealing if you like British mysteries. You can see what's coming, yet still worthwhile.
May 10, 2014
No Tears for Hilda by the ever-entertaining Andrew Garve is another excellent tightly plotted thriller. This one is the first in a series that featured a recurring amateur detective called Max Easterbrook, and in his first case he is trying to save the life of his best friend George who's been accused of murdering his wife Hilda Lambert.
It looks like an open and shut case, with tons of circumstantial evidence stacked against George. So much evidence, in fact, that the police have no option but to arrest him and he faces a trial for murder, with the 1950s penalty being hanging. Is George innocent or guilty? If it wasn't he who murdered Hilda, the seemingly blameless and innocuous wife, then who was it? With no leads and the police and the clock against him, Max has to prove the impossible.
Once again Garve creates an immediately believable world and a convincing set of characters (make allowances for the fact that the book was written in the 1950s, so some of the attitudes and dialogue seem a little stilted). His grasp of psychology and the complexities of human behaviour are a rare example of such motivational depth in mainstream crime writing from that period. On balance, I would say that the puzzle elements are slightly less satisfying than some of his later novels, and even allowing for the age of the book I was slightly uncomfortable with the 'woman who deserves all she gets' justification as an undercurrent. But still this is a great book that will have you hooked.
© Koplowitz 2013
It looks like an open and shut case, with tons of circumstantial evidence stacked against George. So much evidence, in fact, that the police have no option but to arrest him and he faces a trial for murder, with the 1950s penalty being hanging. Is George innocent or guilty? If it wasn't he who murdered Hilda, the seemingly blameless and innocuous wife, then who was it? With no leads and the police and the clock against him, Max has to prove the impossible.
Once again Garve creates an immediately believable world and a convincing set of characters (make allowances for the fact that the book was written in the 1950s, so some of the attitudes and dialogue seem a little stilted). His grasp of psychology and the complexities of human behaviour are a rare example of such motivational depth in mainstream crime writing from that period. On balance, I would say that the puzzle elements are slightly less satisfying than some of his later novels, and even allowing for the age of the book I was slightly uncomfortable with the 'woman who deserves all she gets' justification as an undercurrent. But still this is a great book that will have you hooked.
© Koplowitz 2013
June 13, 2015
A classic light whodunit. Max Easterbrook is an engaging protagonist, and the mystery is set up very effectively. The culprit becomes a bit obvious too soon, but overall this unfolds nicely.
December 17, 2015
Max gets Lambert cleared of Hilda's murder.
January 2, 2023
solid. good plot. wasn’t that surprised at the end. quick read.
April 3, 2017
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April 7, 2017
A very old-fashioned, but thoroughly entertaining, read. The denoument was not up to Agatha Christie's standards (but, then, whose are? :) ), but, even though I guessed the outcome, it didn't detract from my enjoyment. I'd happily read other books by this author. A well-written, engaging book from a golden era of detective fiction.
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October 24, 2018Synopsis: Max Easterbrook tries to aid George Lambert who is charged with murdering his wife Hilda.
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