Killing is easy, but getting rid of the body can be murder.
Some credit American writer Hilary Waugh with creating the "police procedural" genre in 1949. I'm a great fan of Waugh, but Englishman Freeman Wills Crofts was cranking out his popular mysteries almost thirty years earlier and they were certainly police procedurals.
Of course, not everyone enjoys following the laborious details of police work. One critic called Crofts and others like him the "humdrum" mystery school. They are in sharp contrast to the dramatic methods of private detectives like Sherlock Holmes and Hercule Poirot. Still, Crofts' books sold well enough that he was able to quit his day job (as a railroad civil engineer) and write full time. He was an honored member of the Detection Club and his Inspector French is a well-known name to readers of Golden Age mysteries.
This fourth book in the series was published in 1928 and revolves around the startling discovery of a body which has been folded into a wooden shipping crate and dumped into a bay. A father and son out for an afternoon in their small boat have little luck catching fish, but hook the crate and return it to dry land. Inspector French is soon on the scene.
One of the most appealing things about Inspector French is the sense that his creator was his greatest fan. French combines intelligence with common sense and hard work to achieve his successes. Not for him the flashes of brilliance of Holmes or Poirot. He follows tried-and-true investigative methods. If one lead doesn't pan out, he follows another. He starts with a theory, but is flexible enough to change his mind if the evidence doesn't support it.
He's confident in his powers, but never egotistical. He's pleasant and respectful to everyone and it pays off in the cooperation he receives from local officers and civilians alike. It's hard NOT to like Inspector French, although the murderers he brings to justice probably manage it.
The author's engineering background shows in French's methodical efforts to determine where and how the crate was placed in the water. Once he determines that, the trail leads to a manufacturer of office equipment which has recently had the misfortune of losing two key men in a tragic accident.
But was it an accident or was it murder? Are both men really dead or only one? Inspector French must dig into the personalities of the staff and their families to find possible motives. A common motive for murder is two men wanting the same woman. In this case, a pretty charmer has FOUR men interested in her, so French has a wide range of possibilities of who might have wanted to kill whom and how they went about it.
One of the men is the lady's husband, but he doesn't seem to enjoy an advantage on that score. Most observers think she's sick of the guy, but a man can be capable of murderous jealousy even if his wife doesn't return his love. Two others are the husband's work colleagues and the fourth is the cousin of one of them who's visiting from The Argentine. Relatives from the Colonies were still abundant in the 1920's and were of great help to mystery writers.
I like old mysteries for the look at every day life in the past. A "novel" can spend most of its time describing the scenery or the emotional states of the characters, but solving a mystery involves details of who was doing what, when, and how. Like all good mystery writers, Croft gave his readers a leper's squint into the lives of even minor characters, which I find fascinating.
I also like not having to read about the multiple personal problems of the detectives - divorces, failed romances, addictions,career disasters, tragic deaths of friends or relatives. Modern fictional detectives have so many personal problems it's a wonder they ever solve a crime.
Inspector French is of the old school of men who get down to the job. Late in the book there's a passing reference to Mrs French, but he doesn't seem in any hurry to get home to her. It was a time when men concentrated on their work, while their wives raised children and tended to their houses. It wasn't a perfect system or it wouldn't have been swept away, but it simplifies things for the reader, leaving us able to concentrate on the investigation.
When the investigation is going badly, Inspector French gives a fleeting thought to his desire to be promoted to Chief Inspector, but we aren't burdened with departmental politics and in-fighting. The Inspector's pride in his work doesn't depend on external rewards.
The end is anything but "humdrum." Like Inspector Burnley in Crofts' first book ("The Cask") Inspector French knows there's no more dangerous animal than a cornered killer. Every day, a police officer balances safety against speed and efficiency. Sometimes waiting for sufficient back-up would allow the guilty party to escape, something no cop wants to have on his conscience.
If you need "spine-tingling" or "heart-stopping" or "gut-wrenching", stick to thrillers. Crofts' books are well written and meticulously plotted. He had a great talent for creating characters who are believable and interesting. Some are more admirable than others, but that's life.
The author's love of the English countryside and of English life in general come through. I suspect that the likable personality of Inspector French was probably very similar to that of his creator. Today, the hero of a book must be a tortured soul and it's nice to remember a time when simply being a happy, productive human was good enough.
Now I'm going to go back to the beginning of this series and read them in order. Most are available in Kindle editions, although the prices vary. I count myself fortunate to live in a time when old mysteries like this one are readily available. Thanks, Jeff.