Low-rent romance ends in death and Inspector Littlejohn is pulled into the investigation.
Romance novels not-withstanding, romantic love isn't limited to the young, attractive, and wealthy. Romantic yearnings and the jealousy and hatred they cause are just as common among those whose pictures will never grace the front of a book called "Falling for the Billionaire Boss." Come to think of it, is it really "love" if the woman has to look like a super model and the man has to be a billionaire?
Metropolitan Police Inspector Littlejohn is on one of those assignments all cops hate. He's been sent to the hinterlands to attend the trial of a criminal he once investigated. The village can only be reached by way of a slow, uncomfortable train with frequent stops. A long, miserable journey, all the while knowing that it may be for naught since the trial may be delayed or settled before he arrives. As two famous playwrights observed, a policeman's lot is not a happy one.
WWII has been over for three years, but Europe is still in shambles. Infrastructure (such as trains) which were neglected during the war are still neglected, with no money or manpower to repair or replace them. Hardships which were accepted during the war are hard to stomach now, but there's no choice.
Just when Inspector Littlejohn sees the light at the end of the tunnel, a train conductor finds a stiff and the local cops are thrilled to have London's assistance so quickly. The death looks like a suicide, but what about those threatening letters the dead man's been receiving? Timothy Bellis had enemies. Did one of them finally finish him off?
Bellis has come down in the world. Born into a wealthy family, he was once prosperous. Now he's a bitter, ageing man with one loyal servant and a devoted mistress. He's believed to have profitted by shady deals that left others penniless. His wife was a lovely girl with many admirers, but she picked Bellis to marry. He made her miserable and some of her lovers haven't forgotten it.
Terrified by the vicious threats in the anonymous letters, he ventures out of his house only to visit his long-time mistress Bessie Emmott. Bessie's a portly former barmaid who's scorned by most people, but everyone agrees that she's crushed by the death of the man who set her up as a small shop owner. Not exactly Romeo and Juliet, but there was love and trust between them. So who shot Bellis and how did he/she do so without being seen entering or leaving the three-car train?
Inspector Littlejohn and Sergeant Cromwell are soon involved in a surprisingly complex case with some wonderfully strange characters. Some are disreputable, like the sodden Harold Claypott. He's the town drunk and an object of ridicule, but his elderly sisters still love and protect him. And Harold's alcoholism started with loving a beautiful girl and being rejected by her.
Bessie Emmott is no one's idea of a femme fatale, but she was a pretty, lively girl in her day and there are men who haven't forgotten it. Between all these ageing lovers and the dead man's business enemies, it seems like the suspects out-number those with no motive. Kind-hearted Inspector Littlejohn doesn't want to arrest any of them, but solving murders is his job and he can't neglect it.
If you're interested only in crimes among the rich and glamorous, this isn't the book for you. This author was a small town bank manager and he must have heard many sad cases of love gone awry. He created a detective who treats everyone he meets as an equal. He hates cruelty, greed, arrogance, and all the other vices, but he also knows that many crimes aren't committed by cold-blooded monsters, but by people who love "not wisely, but too well."
I admire this author for his fascination with the details of his characters' lives, his humor, and his gentle acceptance of human frailty. His books are above-average and Inspector Littlejohn is one of my favorite fictional characters.