“McHugh” is the first of five men’s action-espionage novels that Flynn put out in the early Sixties. The series includes “McHugh” (1959), “It’s Murder, McHugh” (1960), “Viva McHugh” (1960), “A Body for McHugh” (1960), and “The Five Faces of Murder”(1962), all published by Avon with outstanding cover art.
McHugh appears to be a CIA agent, although that precise agency is never explicitly mentioned. He is nevertheless a federal agent based in San Francisco who in his spare time runs a bar, “the Door,” considered neutral territory by agents who congregate there. Indeed, “the rumdum customers were, for the most part, agents of an assortment of nations, friendly and otherwise. They made The Door a no man’s land, a club of sorts where opposite numbers could and often did drink together and practice telling lies and picking each other’s brains.” Almost you exclaim like that bar in the opening scene of Star Wars. Well, not quite.
McHugh is described as: ” just under six feet tall, a big-boned man who was lean at a hundred ninety-five pounds. The dampness was already curling his short hair, salted with gray at the temples. His face was weathered, with a permanent tan, and the nose had been broken. In the terminal lights his eyes had the color of new maple syrup—the clear, light kind they make in Vermont when the snow is still deep around the trees and wisps of steam rise from the broad rumps of the horses.” McHugh harkens back to the tough-take-no-prisoners give-no-quarter hard-drinking and hard-fighting kind of heroes.
McHugh has a back and forth with the local FBI led by Nick Foote and Jim Murrell, who are at odds with him often and want him ordered to be somewhere else. As the story opens they meet him at his plane and warn him that the case is not in his department and they do not need any help from “the five-sided doghouse,” seemingly an oblique reference to the Pentagon. It seems that the FBI is interested in Loris Anderson who coincidentally owns a bar with McHugh and also has a romantic relationship with him. More significantly for them, Loris has a baby sister, Nadine, who is tight with Johnny Stover. Stover, an old-car nut, who disappeared in Monterey in a Pierce-Arrow phaeton, was an electrical engineer on a classified government project. They want him found- fast- and they don’t want anyone else getting to him first.
“The Door” is a kind of rough and tumble jazz bar where Loris frequently plays piano. “The cone of light slanted through shifting layers of smoke, haloed cornsilk-blonde hair and built soft shadows on the fine bone structure of her face.” It is just that dark, smoky bar and she is just that Veronica Lake kind of blonde. Flynn offers enough atmosphere to let the reader know you are in foggy cold San Francisco with the wind whispering off the bay and the fog making gauzy halos of the street lights.Loris does not exactly know what McHugh does in real life. She just knows that his job is “offbeat, and there’s enough brass behind it to make four-star generals bow and tug their forelocks.”
What happens though is that, when McHugh goes to Nadine’s apartment to see if she’s there or if Johnny has returned, he finds instead a bloody corpse with a giant hole in the neck and he quickly hides Loris and Nadine, knowing something ain’t right and someone other than the FBI is after Johnny. Johnny, by the way, engineer by trade, is in debt up to his eyeballs and there are hoodlums who have bought his chits. McHugh tangles with the hoodlums a few times before he starts putting two and two together and realizes why they are all after Johnny and that Johnny, brilliant engineer though he may be, might not be the best partner for Nadine.
This first volume in the five-volume series has a feel much more of a hardboiled detective story, particularly when McHugh takes a leave of absence to take care of business after being ordered off the case. International espionage sort of takes a backseat to the hardboiled mystery aspects. But this reader is not complaining. No, not at all.