Anthony "Pudge" Croombe-Peters narrates this mystery in a departure from Moyes early installments in the Tibett series, which all feature a third person narrator. This approach created a mixed result.
Moyes means for Pudge to irritate and he does to great effect! A small sample from page one:
"As soon as I started to speak, I knew that I sounded pompous, which had not been my intention. I often think there is no way for a young man as stout as I am to avoid appearing pompous, especially if he has the added disadvantages of a pink-and-white complexion and very fine fair hair with such a tendency to recession that he is half-bald at twenty-eight. The only alternative to pomposity seems to be to turn oneself into a buffoon, and that I am not prepared to do. On some days I feel that there must be a middle course; on others I admit that there is not. This was one of the other days."
He's so self centered, and really it boils down to his insecurities. He's so busy trying to prove himself all the time that he totally fails to consider the perspective of literally any other human being around him. He's emotionally UNINTELLIGENT and has no concept of how to read a room. The idea would never occur to him. Also, the savvy mystery reader is instantly alert: is he an unreliable narrator in addition to being self absorbed? Is he willfully unobservant or intentionally omitting crucial details? Is he just an ass or is he an ass AND a murderer?
Pudge is avoiding managing his family estate by investing in another venture - Northburn Films. He's executive producer and Chief Penny Pincher, which is partly his right as he's funded the bulk of the company.
This is another installment from Moyes that could have benefitted from a cast list of characters at the preface. There's Keith Pardoe, artistic director and old military buddy of Pudge, which is how Pudge was approached in the first place as financier of the enterprise. There's Keith's wife author Bridget "Biddy" Brennan (yes she kept her maiden name, very avant garde for the time) who curses like a sailor and makes Wellingtons look soignée. There's Sam Potman, director with a North Country accent that only emerges when advantageous. The rag tag group is filming a movie called Street Scene with it's starring role going to Bob Meakin, a big name in show business even though he might be slightly past his prime. His love interest on screen is Fiametta Fettini, an Italian bombshell who's worked her way up from the slums of Naples though some in the industry are loathe to let her forget it. She's a prima donna in the fullest sense of the word - traveling with an entourage including her soft spoken husband and her pet monkey. These are the main players, with an assortment of periphery characters with cameos and small bit parts.
While filming a scene where Meakin runs down an escalator in the London Underground there's a terrible accident - he falls down the stairs and underneath the tracks of an oncoming train. Gruesome and tragic, but the accident also brings to bear an unexpected windfall. The film was almost broke. With the insurance payout from the tragedy the film company gets a very necessary cash infusion to keep the cameras rolling... does this create a motive?
The inquest rules the case an accidental death and the insurance company reluctantly pays out and things move forward under a strange spell. Until the second death.
Margery Phipps, the Continuity Girl on the film, falls to her death from her apartment. It seems like a suicide but with the death count mounting there's an air of uncertainty. Especially when the dead girl's mother demands an interview with Henry Tibbett because she's so sure her daughter's death was suspicious.
About this point Bob Meakin's widow turns up asking uncomfortable questions - her presence is a surprise as everyone assumed Meakin was an eligible bachelor, it was part of his movie star appeal. Motives, suspects, and red herrings abound, Tibbett shrewdly trying to unravel it all while Pudge intentionally and unintentionally obfuscates things along the way.
Once again Moyes excels at creating an immersive setting and compelling, realistic characters. I was guessing until the end on several points of the mystery and pleasantly surprised by the reveal. At least one of the murders is a locked room mystery and the resolution was quite ingenious if a little unrealistic. Pudge's finale was definitely a shock but a just ending for him and rather comical in retrospect. I have seen other reviewers compare him to Bertie Wooster, but Pudge has none of the good nature, wit, fashion (non?) sense, self deprecation, or willingness to help his friends that softens Bertie's incompetence! Pudge does have the entitlement that comes with a family title and the exasperation of being forever misunderstood - from his perspective at least. What Moyes does brilliantly is make it very clear that Pudge in most cases is being perfectly understood as just as abrasive as he thinks/feels internally but he's trying and completely failing to mask in his external interactions with others. It's a comedy of a sort if you squint just at the right angle, but an uncomfortable one, and the only thing that kept the mystery from being a five star read.