Inspector French tearing his hair out, as usual.
I don't know about you, but when I read an Inspector French mystery, I want plenty of Inspector French. At the beginning of this series, the author sometimes didn't bring his detective onstage until well into the action. This book opened with a couple of chapters about a damsel in distress and I was worried, but the good Inspector soon arrives on the scene. From that point on he's the center of attention, as he should be.
The "tragedy" which befalls the ancient, isolated manor of Starvel Hollow is a massive fire. Three badly burned corpses are discovered in the ashes, presumed to be the elderly owner and the couple who take care of him. The science of forensics isn't very advanced in 1927 and those corpses are toast, so there's room for doubt. That and the fact that the fire is arson has the local police sending for Scotland Yard's hard-working Inspector French.
French throws himself into the job as he always does. But from the start it's a vexing case with all sorts of complications. French follows each lead (and his own hunches) but the damned case keeps blowing up on him and forcing him to backtrack. What will his bosses think?
What I love about French (one of my favorite fictional detectives) is that he's so human. Not "human" in the sense of modern fictional detectives. I'm TIRED of reading about alcoholic cops with failed marriages and screwed-up private lives. Can't police departments hire cops who aren't hot messes?
French, God love him, is happily married and enjoys his job. His love of his job and his desire for promotion make him very nervous when a case isn't going well. He's a civil servant, but if he has any protection against being fired by a supervisor in a bad mood you'd never know it.
And he's not one of those ice-cold, omniscient types, either. No scratching your own head in frustration while the detective goes calmly on his way (with an irritating air of superiority) until the end of the book, when he reveals the brilliant mental processes by which he solved the crime.
Inspector French's philosophy is that if HE has to suffer while the case goes haywire, the reader should suffer along with him. He's not worried that we'll think less of him because we can't affect his career. He's perfectly content for us, the readers, to see all his misfires and follow him down the blind alleys.
He soon learns that nobody cares about the three dead people and the gloomy old mansion. Simon Averill was a grumpy miser who'd been driving everyone crazy for decades. His male servant Roper was an oily character no one trusted or liked. Mrs Roper wasn't much better.
Everyone pities lovely Ruth Averill, an orphan who's dependent on her uncle. She's finished boarding school and seems condemned to live in the lonely old house with no fun or romance. Then Simon does an odd thing. He actually gives his niece some money and arranges for her to pay an extended visit to a congenial family in a nearby town. Wonder what's come over him?
So Ruth is absent with the fire breaks out. That's good, but where's her inheritance? Simon has been hoarding cash and gold in his safe for decades, but there's little left after the fire. Was the "fire-proof" safe a failure or was a fortune removed before the fire was set?
Everyone gets in on the act - the local policeman, the old doctor, the young doctor, the attorney who handled Simon's affairs, the banker who sent out the cash and gold to be hoarded, and a young architect who's in love with Ruth. Everyone suspects Roper of pulling off a fast one, but how did he end up dead himself?
Poor French keeps digging away. At one point, what he digs up is a coffin from the church cemetary. He's decided that not all of the corpses in the fire are the people who lived in the house. Someone (he's certain) substituted a body and then took off with the loot. But who? And if that coffin IS empty, does it prove that Roper is still alive?
It's a fine mystery with enough red herrings to pickle and feed Scandinavia for a long time. If French is bumfuzzled more than once, who can blame him? At one point, practically everyone in the town of Thirsby looks suspicious. The investigation turns up unexpected facts about Ruth's parents and two characters are discovered to have known each other in the past. Could the case really be this complicated or is someone deliberately leading French up the garden path?
Inspector French heads to France and then to Scotland to run down leads that might break the case open, all the while sweating out the possibility that his superiors will lose patience with the delays and relieve him of his badge. At best, he figures any chance he had for promotion is gone with the wind. Poor French!
Fortunately, French's bosses have more confidence in him than he thinks and they agree with me that he's at his best cracking this tough case. I love this series and I'm glad it's been resurrected on Kindle. This author was called "humdrum" by some critics, but he's a fine story-teller and his books keep me interested from start to finish.