A chance meeting with his old friend, Detective-Inspector Pardoe, gives Gilbert Bevan an opportunity to seek some much-needed professional help on a baffling mystery. His flatmate Lawrence Heath has disappeared after an altercation with the husband of a woman with whom he has become romantically involved. When the husband in question, Alexander Secretan, turns up dead at a deserted cottage, Pardoe finds his pet case of disappearance transformed into a fully-fledged murder investigation. But what has happened to Lawrence Heath? And if the cottage was deserted, who opened the door to Secretan on that fateful evening?
Cobb seems to have a tendency to plots involving friends/lovers who are implicated in murder without malice. These are “what if” scenarios - “what if, in helping a friend, you end up with a corpse on your hand and circumstantial evidence looks bad for you”.
He creates an engaging puzzle. It’s a pity he doesn’t challenge the domestic violence, nor the Age of Chivalry stereotypes that underpin the narrative. It makes sense within the paradigm - but limits it’s appeal in the twenty-first century.