Devil’s Dyke was a beauty spot on the outskirts of Hove, a soaring stretch of downland that must have been used as a beacon and gathering place from the days when the first prehistoric farmers started to clear the land. Archaeologists had found the remains of an Iron Age hill fort and a Bronze-Age cemetery. In Victorian times there had been a funfair and a funicular railway. But the Dyke was also a lonely and ill-starred location…
The second in the series of police procedurals with a theatrical twist, set in Brighton, UK in 1951, DI Edgar Stephens and his team of DS’ Emma Holmes & Bob Willis, is called in to the disappearance of two grammar school students, the search hampered by heavy snowfall. The bodies of Annie and Mark are found side by side in a dyke a day or so later by a dog-walker, both kids strangled, a trail of sweets (lollies/candy) leading to where they had been dumped. Parents, neighbours, the owner of the sweet shop and the school principals and teachers are interviewed, indicating that Annie had an interest in playwriting, specifically a dark twist on classic children’s stories, called “The Stolen Children”.
At the pier theatre, Edgar’s friend from the wartime specialist group “The Magic Men”, magician Max Mephisto, is preparing for the Panto season where he plays the villainous Uncle Abanaza in “Aladdin”. Veteran variety star, the Great Diablo, also one of the “Magic Men” steps in to play the role of the Emperor, and complicates the investigation by revealing that back in 1912 the child actress playing in the “Babes in the Wood” panto, had her throat cut in the theatre. The killer hanged, but was survived by his wife and son, who would be in his fifties now. Was there a connection? With another killing the list of potential suspects grows, as skeletons are ousted from closets. Misdirection all round.
I am really enjoying the details of life in post war Britain, still with some rationing, its pre-digital age policing and the fading grandeur of variety theatres competing against television, and those formidable landladies. The Regency buildings and Victorian terraces are still there, alongside new housing developments, but most homes lack a TV, refrigerator or a phone, few families own a car, yet there is neighbourliness still. We get to meet Max’s father, Lord Massingham and Edgar’s sister, Lucy.
I had my own suspicions of the murderer and wondered why a certain line of inquiry was not followed up earlier, but overall an engrossing read, with a background on the old fairy tales, especially those of the Brothers Grimm, written as cautionary tales for errant children but which might not pass the censor today.