While browsing the mystery shelves of our main library, I came across a small E. X. Ferrars section. Having heard positive things about her books, I noted the library had the first book in her Professor Andrew Basnett series, Something Wicked (1983), so I checked it out.
To say I enjoyed it is something of an understatement.
Retired Professor Andrew Basnett was looking for a place to stay while his flat was being renovated (he couldn’t face the painters listening to loud music, talking football, and asking for cups of tea) while he worked on his book about Robert Hooke. It just so happened his nephew, Peter Dilly — a successful SciFi writer — was going to Paris for the winter and would be delighted to have his uncle stay in his country cottage. Instead of the peace and quiet he sought, Andrew soon found himself embroiled in gossip about a past murder, snowstorms, a power cut, and another murder.
Andrew was immediately engaging as a character, drawing me into not only the murders, but also to his approach to life and how he interacts with people. It was all very gentle, yet the plot moved along apace and kept me interested. The book was only 168 pages, so it was a quick read. I would have finished it last evening if it weren’t for (1) dinner and (2) being very tired and practically falling asleep with it on my chest.
The author populated the book with quirky, diverse characters including neighbors Godfrey and Hannah Goodchild, who don’t want to discuss the past and serve sweet sherry; Jack and Amabel Fidler, the more gregarious neighbors who bring Andrew up to speed on everyone; Simon Kemp, who is separated from his wife, Ruth; Ruth’s mother, Pauline Hewison, who some people suspected of killing her husband some years before, even though she had an alibi; Henry Hewison, the headmaster of the Newsome school who thought Pauline was a murderess; and Mrs. Nesbit, the former housekeeper for the Hewisons prior to her marriage, who worried more about dust than the murder.
Though some of the characters do plant red herrings as a means to distract Andrew, he dispenses with them adroitly to come to the solution, which is handled rather well. The ending is elegant and satisfactory if not without some extra drama that still worked within the context of the characters and story. It all made sense, which I appreciate.
I will be on the lookout for the next book in the series, Root of All Evil, as the DC Library system doesn’t have it yet.
By the way, the edition I read was from Felony & Mayhem Press, which appears to be reprinting vintage mysteries. The book included the first chapter in Root of All Evil and the first chapter from Dead Men Don’t Ski, the first book in the Inspector Henry Tibbett series by Patricia Moyes. The latter is already “On Hold” for me so I can sample that series. So many good books, so little time.