3.5 stars -Fun Golden Age mystery, Dalton’s first starring her likable Scotland Yard inspector, Hugh Collier.
I’ve read a few of her mysteries, and find them entertaining but tainted with the racist and sexist tropes of the 1920s, fair warning to readers. She also has a taste for melodramatic flourishes and evil criminal masterminds, usually revealed at the end - I saw this one coming, and for once I was right!
The story opens with Collier arriving at a hotel to meet friends for dinner, and befriending an elderly American sitting with a large black cat. Collierrecognizes the con men sitting with the old man and gives warning- they strike up a conversation and Hugh realizes Mr. Pakenham is no clueless old fella, he’s a successful American businessman. He’s in London for an annual reunion- he was on a ship torpedoed in WWI, and made it into a lifeboat with several other younger men (and the black kitten he found scratching on his cabin door as the ship went down). He was ill, but his fellow passengers kept him alive until they were rescued. He comes over and hosts the reunion every year, giving generous gifts and helping his friends where he can. He has made out his will in favor of his rescuers - whoever survives him will share his fortune.
There is a poor turnout for the reunion, and Collier’s curiosity is aroused - turns out he’s right, as a few of the survivors have recently died in seeming accidents…then Mr. Pakenham disappears, and Collier’s best friend and fellow policeman, helping him unofficially track down the other survivors, suffers a terrible accident that turns out to be no accident, and was clearly aimed at Collier.
A lot going on, but it is fun and entertaining, until the very end - everything is tidied up neatly, but one resolution bothered me. No spoilers, but I went back to reread the concerning bits, and could find no clear explanation. I knocked off 1/2 star for it, seemed clumsy and pointless.