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Inspector Hazlerigg #4
Smallbone Deceased
Horniman, Birley, and Craine is a highly respected legal firm with clients reaching to the highest in the land. When a deed box in the office is opened to reveal a corpse, the threat of scandal promises to wreak havoc on the firm's reputation – especially as the murder looks like an inside job. The partners and staff of the firm keep a watchful and suspicious eye on their colleagues, as Inspector Hazlerigg sets out to solve the mystery of who Mr Smallbone was – and why he had to die. Written with style, pace and wit, this is a masterpiece by one of the finest writers of traditional British crime novels since the Second World War.
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First published January 1, 1950
About the author
Michael Gilbert
133 books92 followersLibrarian Note: There is more than one author in the Goodreads database with this name.
Born in Lincolnshire in 1912, Michael Francis Gilbert was educated in Sussex before entering the University of London where he gained an LLB with honours in 1937. Gilbert was a founding member of the British Crime Writers Association, and in 1988 he was named a Grand Master by the Mystery Writers of America - an achievement many thought long overdue. He won the Life Achievement Anthony Award at the 1990 Boucheron in London, and in 1980 he was knighted as a Commander in the Order of the British Empire. Gilbert made his debut in 1947 with Close Quarters, and since then has become recognized as one of our most versatile British mystery writers.
He was the father of Harriett Gilbert.
Born in Lincolnshire in 1912, Michael Francis Gilbert was educated in Sussex before entering the University of London where he gained an LLB with honours in 1937. Gilbert was a founding member of the British Crime Writers Association, and in 1988 he was named a Grand Master by the Mystery Writers of America - an achievement many thought long overdue. He won the Life Achievement Anthony Award at the 1990 Boucheron in London, and in 1980 he was knighted as a Commander in the Order of the British Empire. Gilbert made his debut in 1947 with Close Quarters, and since then has become recognized as one of our most versatile British mystery writers.
He was the father of Harriett Gilbert.
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February 19, 2026
This is a rather witty and ironic mystery story unfolding in London in 1950s. It starts with a shocking discovery - a client's body is found in a deed box in the office of a reputable firm of solicitors.
May 9, 2026
Smallbone Deceased is a mystery novel from the golden age of English mysteries. It was written in 1950, before Michael Gilbert turned to police procedurals, and is considered by many to be his best novel overall. In fact it was placed in the top 100 crime novels of all time in 1990, by Britain’s “Crime Writers’ Association” and then in 1995 by the “Mystery Writers of America”. It was highly regarded and immediately popular when first published, and later the crime writer Martin Edwards said that “few British detective stories of the Fifties came close to matching it in quality”. It would almost certainly have won the annual Gold Dagger award, but that wasn’t created until 1955.
Perhaps its realism and authenticity is partly due to the fact that the author was writing about what he knew: a mid‑20th century London law office.
Michael Gilbert set Smallbone Deceased in the offices of a fictitious firm of prestigious solicitors: Horniman, Birley and Craine. It is therefore a workplace crime mystery novel, and the author was himself a practising lawyer. He knew the procedures and minutiae of the law very well, and also described many English lawyers’ tendency towards solemn pomposity. It was not long before I was enjoying his dry wit and understated humour.
To begin with, the Smallbone of the title had been missing for months, but no one in the office had been particularly alarmed, because he was known to disappear on pottery-collecting trips, every so often. They were far more bothered about the succession of the firm. Abel Horniman, the founder and senior partner had recently died, and inevitably this resulted in much competitive jostling for position between the lawyers. The internal rivalries began to cause a lot of tension. Who would replace him? And should they continue to use Abel Horniman’s pernickety procedures?
Abel Horniman seems to have been a particularly efficient, but uncompromising individual, insisting that his own invented methods of security were observed at all times. Each solicitor was responsible for individual cases; for instance Marcus Smallbone was one of the trustees of the Ichabod Stokes charitable trust. They were therefore the only ones to have access to the records and a key to the relevant deed boxes. There was also a strict schedule for who would be in the office at which time.
At this point it is a little difficult to differentiate between the various lawyers. In a novel from this time, the roles regarding gender were fixed. All the lawyers are male, and all the females are secretaries or typists, although they too have their various loyalties. There are about 10 male characters, and only 4 or 5 females. We share becoming familiar with the working environment and the individuals within it, with a newly-qualified solicitor and employee, Henry Bohun. He is not yet fully accepted by the staff, but determined to make his mark. He can spend as much time as he needs to on this, as he says he suffers from ‘parainsomnia’, and needs less than two hours sleep a night.
So Henry Bohun observes, and so do we. The partners Mr Tristram (‘Tubby’) Craine and Mr Birley are not much in evidence. Henry Bohun spends most of his time talking to the trainee solicitor John Cove, and Sergeant Cockerill, the office clerk and housekeeper, who used to be Abel Horniman’s batman. He also gets to know the qualified solicitors Eric Duxford and Bob Horniman; Bob Horniman is the son of Abel Horniman. But as he settles in, Henry Bohun chats more often to the female office staff, to get the feel of the place and establish the inter-office relationships in his mind.
Miss Elizabeth Cornel was previously Abel Horniman’s secretary. She is by far the most established of the female office staff and more conversant than anyone with the office routine. She is now Bob Horniman’s secretary. Nevertheless, the females usually socialise exclusively within their own little clique, and the males are either generally solitary, or might mix with one or two others out of the office. The typists, who also sometimes act as secretaries are Miss Anne Mildmay, Miss Florrie Bellbas, and Miss Cissie Chittering. When extra work has to be done, there would always be one male solicitor, and one female typist on the premises. (This proves to be important in identifying suspects at various stages of the mystery.)
This classic mystery thus includes more than one might expect about the various individuals - although Agatha Christie did always have a very large cast of characters for us to sort out. This is a deliberately devious strategy, of course. In 1987 H.R.F. Keating wrote that Smallbone Deceased:
“is in every way as good as those of Agatha Christie at her best: as neatly dovetailed, as inherently complex yet retaining a decent credibility, and as full of cunningly-suggested red herrings.”
The attention to character is generally more of a modern mystery’s approach, but red herrings certainly do abound! And because nearly all the men are lawyers rather than having different jobs, it can be tricky to sort them out. The women are a little easier as they chat more about their lives. One is heavily into horoscopes and her psychic beliefs, for instance.
Although this is the fourth novel to feature Chief Inspector Hazlerigg, he obviously does not make an appearance until a crime has been committed. The title is clever but ambiguous, and the rather gruesome discovery surprised me, for a novel written in 1950. It surprised the office staff too,
We see their immediate reactions, rather than a detailed and grisly description. This is noticeable about the novel; it has an understated approach rather than a literal one. We have plenty of heavy hints at appropriate moments, and then read the aftermath. This is to happen once more, with a secondary murder, and also at the novel’s conclusion; we do not actually read about the murderer’s arrest, but deduce it from the ensuing events.
When Chief Inspector Hazlerigg takes charge of the case, he immediately deduces that it must be an inside job; so we know quickly that we are reading a closed-circle mystery. Henry Bohun, although naturally shocked by the discovery is not as emotionally affected by it. In fact he is more curious than anything, and immediately sets about to try to discover who, why and what might have led to this.
Because of his insomnia, Bohun stays in the offices unusually long hours, and this enables him to gain insights others miss. Inspector Hazlerigg seems to accept this help, and we enjoy reading an unusual take on the “amateur detective” genre (such as Dorothy L. Sayers’ Lord Peter Wimsey). Their partnership blends official police work with Bohun’s quiet, observant sleuthing. Inspector Hazlerigg is aided in the background by a police sergeant, who does the donkey work. These parts are invariably droll and amusing, but it is important not to confuse him with the sergeant who works in the law firm! However, although Smallbone Deceased is part of the Inspector Hazlerigg series, neither of the official police are in the foreground of the book. The protagonist is Henry Bohun.
As he and Hazlerigg dig deeper, the firm’s polished façade begins to crack. We have already observed both partners and solicitors each having their own ambitions and grievances, and soon we discover that everyone has a secret to hide. Not only are there internal rivalries, but there are financial irregularities and hidden relationships. In turn, they all fall under suspicion, as we see various possible motives.
Bohun and Hazlerigg ultimately separately uncover a carefully concealed motive, rooted in the firm’s internal dealings, and thereby expose the murderer.
I particularly enjoyed Michael Gilbert’s writing style: the dry wit and an odd unexpected turn of phrase. I also liked the blend of procedural and amateur detection styles, and the clever plotting. It was well constructed, with each chapter beginning with an apt epigram.
Did I guess the murderer? Yes, very early on, which makes two in a row for me, which is most unusual! My husband was equally sure it was someone else. In both cases the possible suspect was and this was their main motive. (I do not reveal whodunnit here, by the way, under any spoiler.) I picked up two tiny clues. The first was proved to be a crucial part of the plot. The second clue I picked up was perhaps even smaller, but served to reinforce my first suspicions. It was at the time of There may well be more, hidden among the red herrings, and certainly during the final quarter we are being encouraged one misleading way.
If you would like to read a golden age mystery set in a law firm, this one would be a good one to try. Its whimsy belies the carefully constructed plot. The solution all hinges on timing, who had access to a specific deed box, and a subtle pattern in the firm’s paperwork and Abel Horniman’s procedures. However, I have a word of caution.
I listened to this on audio, a DAISY disc read by Michael McStay in 1983, and not the one by David Thorpe. The playing time is recorded as 6 hours and 54 minutes. In actuality it must have been longer as the narrator raced through it and gabbled the text so much, that we had to set the machine on a slower speed. (There are several extra functions on a DAISY player. Controlling the speed is one; setting bookmarks is another.) This caused great hilarity each time we paused for the day, as next time the announcement of title and author would be ridiculously slow, sounding half asleep! It could have been a consequence of transferring the original from spool to disc in the 80s-90s, but I have never come across this before. It also meant that sometimes even though the voice sounded the right speed, the pauses and gaps between chapters were too long. He also occasionally mispronounced some of the longer words, and made a hash of anything in French or Latin.
Will I read another mystery by Michael Gilbert? Possibly yes, but not with this narrator. I recommend avoiding him if you can.
Perhaps its realism and authenticity is partly due to the fact that the author was writing about what he knew: a mid‑20th century London law office.
Michael Gilbert set Smallbone Deceased in the offices of a fictitious firm of prestigious solicitors: Horniman, Birley and Craine. It is therefore a workplace crime mystery novel, and the author was himself a practising lawyer. He knew the procedures and minutiae of the law very well, and also described many English lawyers’ tendency towards solemn pomposity. It was not long before I was enjoying his dry wit and understated humour.
To begin with, the Smallbone of the title had been missing for months, but no one in the office had been particularly alarmed, because he was known to disappear on pottery-collecting trips, every so often. They were far more bothered about the succession of the firm. Abel Horniman, the founder and senior partner had recently died, and inevitably this resulted in much competitive jostling for position between the lawyers. The internal rivalries began to cause a lot of tension. Who would replace him? And should they continue to use Abel Horniman’s pernickety procedures?
Abel Horniman seems to have been a particularly efficient, but uncompromising individual, insisting that his own invented methods of security were observed at all times. Each solicitor was responsible for individual cases; for instance Marcus Smallbone was one of the trustees of the Ichabod Stokes charitable trust. They were therefore the only ones to have access to the records and a key to the relevant deed boxes. There was also a strict schedule for who would be in the office at which time.
At this point it is a little difficult to differentiate between the various lawyers. In a novel from this time, the roles regarding gender were fixed. All the lawyers are male, and all the females are secretaries or typists, although they too have their various loyalties. There are about 10 male characters, and only 4 or 5 females. We share becoming familiar with the working environment and the individuals within it, with a newly-qualified solicitor and employee, Henry Bohun. He is not yet fully accepted by the staff, but determined to make his mark. He can spend as much time as he needs to on this, as he says he suffers from ‘parainsomnia’, and needs less than two hours sleep a night.
So Henry Bohun observes, and so do we. The partners Mr Tristram (‘Tubby’) Craine and Mr Birley are not much in evidence. Henry Bohun spends most of his time talking to the trainee solicitor John Cove, and Sergeant Cockerill, the office clerk and housekeeper, who used to be Abel Horniman’s batman. He also gets to know the qualified solicitors Eric Duxford and Bob Horniman; Bob Horniman is the son of Abel Horniman. But as he settles in, Henry Bohun chats more often to the female office staff, to get the feel of the place and establish the inter-office relationships in his mind.
Miss Elizabeth Cornel was previously Abel Horniman’s secretary. She is by far the most established of the female office staff and more conversant than anyone with the office routine. She is now Bob Horniman’s secretary. Nevertheless, the females usually socialise exclusively within their own little clique, and the males are either generally solitary, or might mix with one or two others out of the office. The typists, who also sometimes act as secretaries are Miss Anne Mildmay, Miss Florrie Bellbas, and Miss Cissie Chittering. When extra work has to be done, there would always be one male solicitor, and one female typist on the premises. (This proves to be important in identifying suspects at various stages of the mystery.)
This classic mystery thus includes more than one might expect about the various individuals - although Agatha Christie did always have a very large cast of characters for us to sort out. This is a deliberately devious strategy, of course. In 1987 H.R.F. Keating wrote that Smallbone Deceased:
“is in every way as good as those of Agatha Christie at her best: as neatly dovetailed, as inherently complex yet retaining a decent credibility, and as full of cunningly-suggested red herrings.”
The attention to character is generally more of a modern mystery’s approach, but red herrings certainly do abound! And because nearly all the men are lawyers rather than having different jobs, it can be tricky to sort them out. The women are a little easier as they chat more about their lives. One is heavily into horoscopes and her psychic beliefs, for instance.
Although this is the fourth novel to feature Chief Inspector Hazlerigg, he obviously does not make an appearance until a crime has been committed. The title is clever but ambiguous, and the rather gruesome discovery surprised me, for a novel written in 1950. It surprised the office staff too,
We see their immediate reactions, rather than a detailed and grisly description. This is noticeable about the novel; it has an understated approach rather than a literal one. We have plenty of heavy hints at appropriate moments, and then read the aftermath. This is to happen once more, with a secondary murder, and also at the novel’s conclusion; we do not actually read about the murderer’s arrest, but deduce it from the ensuing events.
When Chief Inspector Hazlerigg takes charge of the case, he immediately deduces that it must be an inside job; so we know quickly that we are reading a closed-circle mystery. Henry Bohun, although naturally shocked by the discovery is not as emotionally affected by it. In fact he is more curious than anything, and immediately sets about to try to discover who, why and what might have led to this.
Because of his insomnia, Bohun stays in the offices unusually long hours, and this enables him to gain insights others miss. Inspector Hazlerigg seems to accept this help, and we enjoy reading an unusual take on the “amateur detective” genre (such as Dorothy L. Sayers’ Lord Peter Wimsey). Their partnership blends official police work with Bohun’s quiet, observant sleuthing. Inspector Hazlerigg is aided in the background by a police sergeant, who does the donkey work. These parts are invariably droll and amusing, but it is important not to confuse him with the sergeant who works in the law firm! However, although Smallbone Deceased is part of the Inspector Hazlerigg series, neither of the official police are in the foreground of the book. The protagonist is Henry Bohun.
As he and Hazlerigg dig deeper, the firm’s polished façade begins to crack. We have already observed both partners and solicitors each having their own ambitions and grievances, and soon we discover that everyone has a secret to hide. Not only are there internal rivalries, but there are financial irregularities and hidden relationships. In turn, they all fall under suspicion, as we see various possible motives.
Bohun and Hazlerigg ultimately separately uncover a carefully concealed motive, rooted in the firm’s internal dealings, and thereby expose the murderer.
I particularly enjoyed Michael Gilbert’s writing style: the dry wit and an odd unexpected turn of phrase. I also liked the blend of procedural and amateur detection styles, and the clever plotting. It was well constructed, with each chapter beginning with an apt epigram.
Did I guess the murderer? Yes, very early on, which makes two in a row for me, which is most unusual! My husband was equally sure it was someone else. In both cases the possible suspect was and this was their main motive. (I do not reveal whodunnit here, by the way, under any spoiler.) I picked up two tiny clues. The first was proved to be a crucial part of the plot. The second clue I picked up was perhaps even smaller, but served to reinforce my first suspicions. It was at the time of There may well be more, hidden among the red herrings, and certainly during the final quarter we are being encouraged one misleading way.
If you would like to read a golden age mystery set in a law firm, this one would be a good one to try. Its whimsy belies the carefully constructed plot. The solution all hinges on timing, who had access to a specific deed box, and a subtle pattern in the firm’s paperwork and Abel Horniman’s procedures. However, I have a word of caution.
I listened to this on audio, a DAISY disc read by Michael McStay in 1983, and not the one by David Thorpe. The playing time is recorded as 6 hours and 54 minutes. In actuality it must have been longer as the narrator raced through it and gabbled the text so much, that we had to set the machine on a slower speed. (There are several extra functions on a DAISY player. Controlling the speed is one; setting bookmarks is another.) This caused great hilarity each time we paused for the day, as next time the announcement of title and author would be ridiculously slow, sounding half asleep! It could have been a consequence of transferring the original from spool to disc in the 80s-90s, but I have never come across this before. It also meant that sometimes even though the voice sounded the right speed, the pauses and gaps between chapters were too long. He also occasionally mispronounced some of the longer words, and made a hash of anything in French or Latin.
Will I read another mystery by Michael Gilbert? Possibly yes, but not with this narrator. I recommend avoiding him if you can.
May 1, 2021
In which, a partner in the firm of Horniman, Birley & Crane is found dead in a locked deed box in the solicitors' office. Grisly.
There's a lot of inter-office shenanigans and one-up-manship, the secretaries withstood a ridiculous amount of sexism, bullying and inappropriate overture from various men in the firm. It made for interesting reading but definitely is not part of the mystery-solving by the police and their in-house man, Bohun is mostly observing and not very actively trying to get to the bottom of the initial murder. I had expected him to be more focused on and in helping the investigation because he was drawn as an interesting character. I simply wanted him to do more or have more to do.
Things sort of dawdle until a second murder takes place at the firm (around the 72% mark) and then the urgency sets in. I thought that a bit lame but I had been interested in all the goings-on so, I didn't hold that against it. The closing 10% of the story was a tense page-turner as things have come together with Bohun and Inspector Hazlerigg have sussed the killer and there's worry they may strike once more. Very well done and exciting. Overall, the story is peopled with well-done characters and made for a good mystery while trying to work out who could have been guilty and have motive, access and expertise. So many pieces to try to fit into slots and realizing often a person fits in one instance but doesn't in another. Throw in the fact that many had secrets they're trying to conceal for other reasons and this was just terribly enjoyable to read.
I learnt two new crossword words: Snuggery: a cozy or comfortable place, especially someone's private room or den (how have I never come across this perfection before?!) and Pettifogging: placing undue emphasis on petty details (how has so useful a term fallen out of general use?)
As ever, I will continue reading the British Library Crime Classics reissues. I'd definitely read another by Michael Gilbert.
Favourite quotes:
"“It’s quite a good idea. Only for heaven’s sake don’t be like that mug in the detective story who confides all his best ideas to a friendly sort of character who turns out to be the murderer in Chapter Sixteen.”"
"It irritated Mr. Birley to see a stranger behind one of his partners’ desks: it irritated him to have to sit himself in the client’s chair: it irritated him unspeakably to have to answer questions instead of asking them."
"Sometimes, indeed, he went so far as to visualise himself as an archangel, a rotund St. Michael, armed with the sword of Dymond and defended by the shield of Green, protecting the helpless from the assault of the massed powers of Darkness, those arch-fiends, the Commissioners of Inland Revenue."
“Every figure has a meaning. To the discerning eye there is all the difference in the world between a seductive little multiplicand and a sinister prime.”
Most harrowing office chats:
“I’m sure,” said Anne, consulting a small diary, “that I came in on February 27th, because that was the day after my admiral took me out to the Criterion and tried to get me tight on gin.”“Who’s your admiral?” said Miss Bellbas. “A friend of father’s,” said Anne. “He’s over ninety. He commanded a gunboat in the Crimea. He’s been trying to rape me ever since I left school.”
“I don’t expect you’d forget a long morning spent alone with Tubby,” said Anne. “It’s a thing that lingers in a girl’s memory. Did he make you sit very close on his left-hand side so that every time he opened his desk drawer he practically undressed you?”“Good gracious, no,” said Miss Bellbas. “Is that what he does to you?”“Of course,” said Miss Cornel. “It’s all right, though, isn’t it—he went to Marlborough.”“Well,” said Anne. “What about that time he took you to the station in a taxi after the staff dinner?”
“I expect you’ve been put out by all these unpleasant goings-on in the office. You mustn’t let it get you down, you know.”“No, Mr. Craine.”“Anyhow. It’s obviously nothing to do with you. We shan’t begin to suspect a little girl like you of running round committing murders. Ha, ha.”“I feel like it sometimes,” said Miss Mildmay, moving her chair two foot further to the left. “Dear me, I expect we all do sometimes. But, seriously, my dear, the thing is not to worry.”“I’m not worrying, Mr. Craine.”“That’s right, then.”“And, Mr. Craine.”“Yes.”“I only mention it in case it has escaped your attention, but that’s my hand you’ve got hold of.”
There's a lot of inter-office shenanigans and one-up-manship, the secretaries withstood a ridiculous amount of sexism, bullying and inappropriate overture from various men in the firm. It made for interesting reading but definitely is not part of the mystery-solving by the police and their in-house man, Bohun is mostly observing and not very actively trying to get to the bottom of the initial murder. I had expected him to be more focused on and in helping the investigation because he was drawn as an interesting character. I simply wanted him to do more or have more to do.
Things sort of dawdle until a second murder takes place at the firm (around the 72% mark) and then the urgency sets in. I thought that a bit lame but I had been interested in all the goings-on so, I didn't hold that against it. The closing 10% of the story was a tense page-turner as things have come together with Bohun and Inspector Hazlerigg have sussed the killer and there's worry they may strike once more. Very well done and exciting. Overall, the story is peopled with well-done characters and made for a good mystery while trying to work out who could have been guilty and have motive, access and expertise. So many pieces to try to fit into slots and realizing often a person fits in one instance but doesn't in another. Throw in the fact that many had secrets they're trying to conceal for other reasons and this was just terribly enjoyable to read.
I learnt two new crossword words: Snuggery: a cozy or comfortable place, especially someone's private room or den (how have I never come across this perfection before?!) and Pettifogging: placing undue emphasis on petty details (how has so useful a term fallen out of general use?)
As ever, I will continue reading the British Library Crime Classics reissues. I'd definitely read another by Michael Gilbert.
Favourite quotes:
"“It’s quite a good idea. Only for heaven’s sake don’t be like that mug in the detective story who confides all his best ideas to a friendly sort of character who turns out to be the murderer in Chapter Sixteen.”"
"It irritated Mr. Birley to see a stranger behind one of his partners’ desks: it irritated him to have to sit himself in the client’s chair: it irritated him unspeakably to have to answer questions instead of asking them."
"Sometimes, indeed, he went so far as to visualise himself as an archangel, a rotund St. Michael, armed with the sword of Dymond and defended by the shield of Green, protecting the helpless from the assault of the massed powers of Darkness, those arch-fiends, the Commissioners of Inland Revenue."
“Every figure has a meaning. To the discerning eye there is all the difference in the world between a seductive little multiplicand and a sinister prime.”
Most harrowing office chats:
“I’m sure,” said Anne, consulting a small diary, “that I came in on February 27th, because that was the day after my admiral took me out to the Criterion and tried to get me tight on gin.”“Who’s your admiral?” said Miss Bellbas. “A friend of father’s,” said Anne. “He’s over ninety. He commanded a gunboat in the Crimea. He’s been trying to rape me ever since I left school.”
“I don’t expect you’d forget a long morning spent alone with Tubby,” said Anne. “It’s a thing that lingers in a girl’s memory. Did he make you sit very close on his left-hand side so that every time he opened his desk drawer he practically undressed you?”“Good gracious, no,” said Miss Bellbas. “Is that what he does to you?”“Of course,” said Miss Cornel. “It’s all right, though, isn’t it—he went to Marlborough.”“Well,” said Anne. “What about that time he took you to the station in a taxi after the staff dinner?”
“I expect you’ve been put out by all these unpleasant goings-on in the office. You mustn’t let it get you down, you know.”“No, Mr. Craine.”“Anyhow. It’s obviously nothing to do with you. We shan’t begin to suspect a little girl like you of running round committing murders. Ha, ha.”“I feel like it sometimes,” said Miss Mildmay, moving her chair two foot further to the left. “Dear me, I expect we all do sometimes. But, seriously, my dear, the thing is not to worry.”“I’m not worrying, Mr. Craine.”“That’s right, then.”“And, Mr. Craine.”“Yes.”“I only mention it in case it has escaped your attention, but that’s my hand you’ve got hold of.”
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December 8, 2021Rather good crime novel set in a law office. Set and written in the 1950s though it feels rather more 1930s in spirit, with a delightfully unpleasant initial murder and a breezy feel throughout.
December 29, 2016
I've read a couple of other books by Michael Gilbert and have enjoyed them all so far. Smallbone Deceased ranks up there with Petrella at Q as my favorites of his. Smallbone is a perfect little mystery. It's billed as an Inspector Hazelrigg mystery and, indeed, the good Inspector does play a prominent role.
But the supporting cast also adds very much to the story, especially poor Sgt Plumptree who has to wander around London interviewing possible witnesses. He is an inexhaustible man, a credit to the London Police Force. As well, there is Henry Bohun, the newest member of the offices of Horniman, Birley and Craine, who finds himself helping Inspector Hazelrigg with his investigation to a great extent.
The basic story is that a body, that of Mr. Smallbone, a client of the firm, is found in one of the firm's deed boxes, having resided there for a few weeks. This starts up the investigation, which I enjoyed following very much. There was an interesting steadiness to the investigation; I've mentioned Sgt Plumbtree already, but the rest of the team of investigators are all excellent. I'll highlight Mr. Hoffman who works through the paperwork, checking the firm's finances to try and find reasons for the murder.
The investigation moves at a nice, steady pace, allowing all of the characters time to inculcate themselves into your memory. They all are enjoyable; there is a nice humour at times that keeps the story light. All in all, the book was so very enjoyable, even the ending was satisfying. I will definitely continue to find more books by Gilbert to enjoy. (5 stars)
But the supporting cast also adds very much to the story, especially poor Sgt Plumptree who has to wander around London interviewing possible witnesses. He is an inexhaustible man, a credit to the London Police Force. As well, there is Henry Bohun, the newest member of the offices of Horniman, Birley and Craine, who finds himself helping Inspector Hazelrigg with his investigation to a great extent.
The basic story is that a body, that of Mr. Smallbone, a client of the firm, is found in one of the firm's deed boxes, having resided there for a few weeks. This starts up the investigation, which I enjoyed following very much. There was an interesting steadiness to the investigation; I've mentioned Sgt Plumbtree already, but the rest of the team of investigators are all excellent. I'll highlight Mr. Hoffman who works through the paperwork, checking the firm's finances to try and find reasons for the murder.
The investigation moves at a nice, steady pace, allowing all of the characters time to inculcate themselves into your memory. They all are enjoyable; there is a nice humour at times that keeps the story light. All in all, the book was so very enjoyable, even the ending was satisfying. I will definitely continue to find more books by Gilbert to enjoy. (5 stars)
February 4, 2026
Smallbone Deceased (Inspector Hazlerigg #4) by Michael Gilbert
A British Library Crime Classics republication in 2019 by Poison Pen Press. Origiinally published in 1950.
This is a clever mystery that primarily takes place in and involves the staff of a London Law firm around 1950 (with all the 1940s and 50s sexism and class distinctions). Although the firm mostly has catered to the posh set, it appears that the most lucrative times have passed by and their is tarnish where there was once polished brass. This one kept my attention and I admit I remained misdirected in my attempts to solve the two murders that are involved right up to the final pages.
I think this one would most appeal to those who have some background in British law although I did not feel like I was floundering and I was not familiar with some of the Britishisms. Overall, a satisfying mystery and recommended. Easily garners four stars.
A British Library Crime Classics republication in 2019 by Poison Pen Press. Origiinally published in 1950.
This is a clever mystery that primarily takes place in and involves the staff of a London Law firm around 1950 (with all the 1940s and 50s sexism and class distinctions). Although the firm mostly has catered to the posh set, it appears that the most lucrative times have passed by and their is tarnish where there was once polished brass. This one kept my attention and I admit I remained misdirected in my attempts to solve the two murders that are involved right up to the final pages.
I think this one would most appeal to those who have some background in British law although I did not feel like I was floundering and I was not familiar with some of the Britishisms. Overall, a satisfying mystery and recommended. Easily garners four stars.
June 18, 2020
"Getcher programs! Can't tell da players widdout a program!"
Oh how I wished for a good old stadium program seller while reading this book. There were so many suspects and peripheral characters in " Smallbone Deceased" I had trouble keeping track. At one point I even got confused and thought one of the suspects was the police detective and the detective was a suspect.
I would have quit, but the story itself was good enough that I really did want to know who done it and HOW they done it. Sort of like "Knives Out."
Oh how I wished for a good old stadium program seller while reading this book. There were so many suspects and peripheral characters in " Smallbone Deceased" I had trouble keeping track. At one point I even got confused and thought one of the suspects was the police detective and the detective was a suspect.
I would have quit, but the story itself was good enough that I really did want to know who done it and HOW they done it. Sort of like "Knives Out."
January 13, 2022
Technically part of the Inspector Hazlerigg series, but stands alone very well; the criminal investigation is clearly secondary to the relationships among the firm employees. Rounding it up for the overall writing quality, but felt the end of the story a bit rushed (unclear) - very good audio narration.
October 2, 2022
The noble London legal firm of Horniman, Birley and Craine is in mourning in the wake of the death of their venerable founder, Abel Horniman. In addition to grieving his loss, the firm must go through his work to assess its status and reassign it to the other members. Fortunately, Horniman has made this task easy, thanks to the almost fanatical system he created for the firm for classifying, filing, and storing records. But when the members open the deed box for the Ichabod Stokes Trust they find to their surprise not the orderly records they were expecting but the body of Marcus Smallbone, the other trustee for the account. As the investigation begins the members of the firm are wondering: who put him in the box, and what happened to the files that were in there?
Michael Gilbert was one of the underappreciated greats of the classic era of British crime fiction. With an oeuvre that ranged from police procedurals to political thrillers, he demonstrated a remarkable versatility that reflected his considerable range of interests. These are on full display in this novel, which reflects his experiences as a solicitor. It’s filled with distinctly realized characters, whose secrets and hidden lives are exposed gradually over the course of the case. Though this is led by Inspector Hazlitt, Gilbert’s earliest recurring investigator, his is ably assisted in his inquiries by Henry Bohun, the firm’s newest member. Bohun is the true protagonist of the novel, and in his background and abilities carries more than a whiff of Gary Stu-ishness about him. Such a charming and clever character adds to rather than detracts from the novel, however, which is well worth reading twice: first for the worthy mystery, then for the appreciation of Gilbert’s elegant construction of it.
Michael Gilbert was one of the underappreciated greats of the classic era of British crime fiction. With an oeuvre that ranged from police procedurals to political thrillers, he demonstrated a remarkable versatility that reflected his considerable range of interests. These are on full display in this novel, which reflects his experiences as a solicitor. It’s filled with distinctly realized characters, whose secrets and hidden lives are exposed gradually over the course of the case. Though this is led by Inspector Hazlitt, Gilbert’s earliest recurring investigator, his is ably assisted in his inquiries by Henry Bohun, the firm’s newest member. Bohun is the true protagonist of the novel, and in his background and abilities carries more than a whiff of Gary Stu-ishness about him. Such a charming and clever character adds to rather than detracts from the novel, however, which is well worth reading twice: first for the worthy mystery, then for the appreciation of Gilbert’s elegant construction of it.
December 16, 2019
This is my first reading of this author. Previously published in 1950, this edition is enhanced by informative introduction from Martin Edwards allowing us learn a bit about Michael Gilbert's writing career. This book was included in the CWA's "hundred best list" of crime fiction. Apparently Gilbert had first-hand knowledge of law firms, and that is essential to this story.
The book opens with a eulogy being delivered at a restaurant for the founder by one of the partners of the firm Horniman, Birley and Craine. Lesser employees were sitting out of view, allowing them to pass the time in a game of blow football with rolled up menus and a grape.
Main characters in this well constructed plot include Henry Bohun, a man who does not sleep and is new to the firm and Detective Inspector Hazlerigg of Scotland Yard who appears in four (or more?) murder mysteries written by Gilbert.
There is a good deal of wit throughout, quite a parcel of characters to track and some interesting dithering of accounts.
Hazlerigg appears on the scene early on when there is a chopped up body found in a file box, that of a missing partner. As Scotland Yard thoroughly investigates every employee and every financial account under the firm's management, the murderer strikes again.
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The book opens with a eulogy being delivered at a restaurant for the founder by one of the partners of the firm Horniman, Birley and Craine. Lesser employees were sitting out of view, allowing them to pass the time in a game of blow football with rolled up menus and a grape.
Main characters in this well constructed plot include Henry Bohun, a man who does not sleep and is new to the firm and Detective Inspector Hazlerigg of Scotland Yard who appears in four (or more?) murder mysteries written by Gilbert.
There is a good deal of wit throughout, quite a parcel of characters to track and some interesting dithering of accounts.
Hazlerigg appears on the scene early on when there is a chopped up body found in a file box, that of a missing partner. As Scotland Yard thoroughly investigates every employee and every financial account under the firm's management, the murderer strikes again.
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January 19, 2022
Wry & enjoyable 1950s classic detective story. The four stars are for the writing, rather than the plot which was neat right up to the end when--huh? Not convinced by the murderer's motivation. Still, 98% of this was pretty damn good.
June 9, 2020
This is the fourth in the Inspector Hazlerigg series, published in 1950, although it works very well as a stand-alone novel.
Henry Bohun is a young man who has a medical condition, which means he sleeps very little. This is very helpful in allowing him to read, and study, long hours and, when we meet him, he has just joined the firm of Horniman, Birley and Craine, as a newly qualified solicitor. I enjoy novels set in the workplace and this is full of office gossip and lecherous solicitors, whose hands have to be firmly removed before dictation begins; as well as some typical bullying behaviour and time wasting, to be found in offices everywhere.
Bohun’s time at the firm begins with an office dinner and, very soon, involves a murder investigation. Senior partner, Abel Honiman, having died, his interest in the firm is left to his son, Bob, who – it is soon apparent – has little interest, or ability, as a lawyer. However, when he unlocks a deed box and finds a body inside, it leads to a murder investigation. As Bohun is the ‘friend of a friend,’ of Hazelrigg, he is soon involved in discovering ‘whodunnit,’ as well as why.
This is a really interesting mystery, with an excellent setting and a good cast of characters and suspects. I look forward to reading more by Michael Gilbert, as I have enjoyed both novels I have read by him so far.
Henry Bohun is a young man who has a medical condition, which means he sleeps very little. This is very helpful in allowing him to read, and study, long hours and, when we meet him, he has just joined the firm of Horniman, Birley and Craine, as a newly qualified solicitor. I enjoy novels set in the workplace and this is full of office gossip and lecherous solicitors, whose hands have to be firmly removed before dictation begins; as well as some typical bullying behaviour and time wasting, to be found in offices everywhere.
Bohun’s time at the firm begins with an office dinner and, very soon, involves a murder investigation. Senior partner, Abel Honiman, having died, his interest in the firm is left to his son, Bob, who – it is soon apparent – has little interest, or ability, as a lawyer. However, when he unlocks a deed box and finds a body inside, it leads to a murder investigation. As Bohun is the ‘friend of a friend,’ of Hazelrigg, he is soon involved in discovering ‘whodunnit,’ as well as why.
This is a really interesting mystery, with an excellent setting and a good cast of characters and suspects. I look forward to reading more by Michael Gilbert, as I have enjoyed both novels I have read by him so far.
April 10, 2019
A unique filing system...
Young Bob Horniman has taken over as partner in the law firm of Horniman, Birley and Craine, following the very recent death of his father, the senior partner, Abel Horniman. Abel was an organisational fanatic, so there’s a place for everything in the office, and everything is in its place. That’s the theory anyway, until one day Bob and his secretary are looking for papers relating to an estate of which his father was a trustee. On opening the relevant deed box, they find the papers are missing, and in their place is the rather decayed body of Marcus Smallbone, the other trustee. Enter Inspector Hazlerigg and his team...
Gilbert was a lawyer in real life, and he has a lot of fun here with the portrayal of a mid-rank law firm – successful enough, with a solid clientele of the rich and respectable, but not dealing in glamorous criminal law. Rather, these lawyers make a living out of wills, estates, trusts and property conveyancing. When it becomes clear that Smallbone has been deceased for several weeks, Hazlerigg’s first task is to determine who was working in the firm over the likely period. He spots a name he knows – Henry Bohun, a newly qualified lawyer who joined the firm on the day the body was discovered, meaning that he is almost certainly innocent. Hazlerigg knows something of the man, that’s he’s intelligent and resourceful with a good war record, so asks him to become a kind of “inside” man for the investigation. And, while we see a fair amount of Hazlerigg and his men, Bohun quickly becomes the main protagonist of the story.
The plot is interesting and reasonably fair-play, though I got nowhere near the solution. The format is rather different from the usual mystery novel, in that, while everyone who was working in the firm is a suspect, none of them are really given known motives. The hunt for the motive is played out alongside a lot of checking of alibis and so on to work out who would have had the opportunity to kill Smallbone. There’s also far less emphasis than usual on the detective interviewing the suspects – we often learn what suspects have said second-hand, through conversations between various policemen or Hazlerigg and Bohun. I must admit I found this all kept me at more of a distance from most of the characters than I prefer, though the young lawyers all come vividly and enjoyably to life.
But the book has other delights which more than make up for this minor lack. As a new boy, Bohun is more involved with the lowly employees than the exalted partners, and the portrayal of the young, exclusively male, lawyers and the female secretaries is great. Sexism is of course rampant, as it was in offices back in those days, but here it’s treated as fun, with the young men flirting and the women either responding favourably or rejecting them brutally. We get to overhear the women’s view of the men amongst themselves, and also the men’s opinions of the women. It’s all done for humour, so there’s no meanness or nastiness about it, and it keeps the tone delightfully light-hearted for the most part. However, we also see power at play, and how easily employees can be bullied by their bosses with no real means of fighting back.
Meantime, Hazlerigg’s team are checking out other aspects of the case. We follow Sergeant Plumptree as he tries to sift through all the various alibis of the staff, and Mr Hoffman, an accountant, who is examining the trust of which Smallbone was a trustee, and also the wider financial affairs of the firm. Surprisingly, Gilbert manages to make these rather dry subjects highly entertaining. Poor Plumptree has a tough job pinning down the whereabouts of his suspects and we’re shown the plodding, painstaking and often frustrating nature of the work, but all done with an edge of humour. Hoffman is helped in his task by Bohun, that man of many talents, and between them they show how tiny discrepancies can give the clue that leads to the unravelling of the most tightly woven plot.
This is my first Michael Gilbert, so I don’t know how usual it is for Hazlerigg to take a rather muted role in the investigation, but I really didn’t feel as if I got to know him much at all. However I enjoyed Bohun as a kind of amateur sidekick to the police, and found the office flirtations and rivalries highly entertaining. The whole thing is very well written, with that lightness of tone despite dark deeds that I find so characteristic and appealing about Golden Age crime – this was published in 1950, so a little later than true Golden Age, but it feels as if it fits square in that category nonetheless. The British Library has republished three of Gilbert’s books this year, and I’m very much looking forward to reading the other two. Highly recommended.
NB This book was provided for review by the publisher, the British Library.
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Young Bob Horniman has taken over as partner in the law firm of Horniman, Birley and Craine, following the very recent death of his father, the senior partner, Abel Horniman. Abel was an organisational fanatic, so there’s a place for everything in the office, and everything is in its place. That’s the theory anyway, until one day Bob and his secretary are looking for papers relating to an estate of which his father was a trustee. On opening the relevant deed box, they find the papers are missing, and in their place is the rather decayed body of Marcus Smallbone, the other trustee. Enter Inspector Hazlerigg and his team...
Gilbert was a lawyer in real life, and he has a lot of fun here with the portrayal of a mid-rank law firm – successful enough, with a solid clientele of the rich and respectable, but not dealing in glamorous criminal law. Rather, these lawyers make a living out of wills, estates, trusts and property conveyancing. When it becomes clear that Smallbone has been deceased for several weeks, Hazlerigg’s first task is to determine who was working in the firm over the likely period. He spots a name he knows – Henry Bohun, a newly qualified lawyer who joined the firm on the day the body was discovered, meaning that he is almost certainly innocent. Hazlerigg knows something of the man, that’s he’s intelligent and resourceful with a good war record, so asks him to become a kind of “inside” man for the investigation. And, while we see a fair amount of Hazlerigg and his men, Bohun quickly becomes the main protagonist of the story.
The plot is interesting and reasonably fair-play, though I got nowhere near the solution. The format is rather different from the usual mystery novel, in that, while everyone who was working in the firm is a suspect, none of them are really given known motives. The hunt for the motive is played out alongside a lot of checking of alibis and so on to work out who would have had the opportunity to kill Smallbone. There’s also far less emphasis than usual on the detective interviewing the suspects – we often learn what suspects have said second-hand, through conversations between various policemen or Hazlerigg and Bohun. I must admit I found this all kept me at more of a distance from most of the characters than I prefer, though the young lawyers all come vividly and enjoyably to life.
But the book has other delights which more than make up for this minor lack. As a new boy, Bohun is more involved with the lowly employees than the exalted partners, and the portrayal of the young, exclusively male, lawyers and the female secretaries is great. Sexism is of course rampant, as it was in offices back in those days, but here it’s treated as fun, with the young men flirting and the women either responding favourably or rejecting them brutally. We get to overhear the women’s view of the men amongst themselves, and also the men’s opinions of the women. It’s all done for humour, so there’s no meanness or nastiness about it, and it keeps the tone delightfully light-hearted for the most part. However, we also see power at play, and how easily employees can be bullied by their bosses with no real means of fighting back.
Meantime, Hazlerigg’s team are checking out other aspects of the case. We follow Sergeant Plumptree as he tries to sift through all the various alibis of the staff, and Mr Hoffman, an accountant, who is examining the trust of which Smallbone was a trustee, and also the wider financial affairs of the firm. Surprisingly, Gilbert manages to make these rather dry subjects highly entertaining. Poor Plumptree has a tough job pinning down the whereabouts of his suspects and we’re shown the plodding, painstaking and often frustrating nature of the work, but all done with an edge of humour. Hoffman is helped in his task by Bohun, that man of many talents, and between them they show how tiny discrepancies can give the clue that leads to the unravelling of the most tightly woven plot.
This is my first Michael Gilbert, so I don’t know how usual it is for Hazlerigg to take a rather muted role in the investigation, but I really didn’t feel as if I got to know him much at all. However I enjoyed Bohun as a kind of amateur sidekick to the police, and found the office flirtations and rivalries highly entertaining. The whole thing is very well written, with that lightness of tone despite dark deeds that I find so characteristic and appealing about Golden Age crime – this was published in 1950, so a little later than true Golden Age, but it feels as if it fits square in that category nonetheless. The British Library has republished three of Gilbert’s books this year, and I’m very much looking forward to reading the other two. Highly recommended.
NB This book was provided for review by the publisher, the British Library.
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April 2, 2021
Very enjoyable golden age mystery set at a London solicitor’s office.
A very well-respected partner in the firm has died, and his son has taken his place in the firm. The young man is freshly qualified and understandably anxious about filling his legendary father’s shoes; luckily, the secretary who served as his father’s right hand is still on hand to help. He’s struggling to find out information about a certain trust his father was handling, and can’t track down his fellow trustee - until he opens a storage box and finds the strangled remains of Smallbone, the trustee, jammed inside...
Inspector Hazelrigg of Scotland Yard investigates- with the inside help of young solicitor Henry Bohun, a very intriguing character in his own right. Gilbert’s dry humor and expertise as a solicitor shine through in the pacing and plot - I really enjoyed the puzzle and the characters and humorous dialogue. Readers also get a great perspective on the drudgery and diligence that went into police work before computers, as we shadow Sergeant Plumptree making visits and innumerable phone calls! Very well done and entertaining.
A very well-respected partner in the firm has died, and his son has taken his place in the firm. The young man is freshly qualified and understandably anxious about filling his legendary father’s shoes; luckily, the secretary who served as his father’s right hand is still on hand to help. He’s struggling to find out information about a certain trust his father was handling, and can’t track down his fellow trustee - until he opens a storage box and finds the strangled remains of Smallbone, the trustee, jammed inside...
Inspector Hazelrigg of Scotland Yard investigates- with the inside help of young solicitor Henry Bohun, a very intriguing character in his own right. Gilbert’s dry humor and expertise as a solicitor shine through in the pacing and plot - I really enjoyed the puzzle and the characters and humorous dialogue. Readers also get a great perspective on the drudgery and diligence that went into police work before computers, as we shadow Sergeant Plumptree making visits and innumerable phone calls! Very well done and entertaining.
August 9, 2015
I first read this book many years ago and had forgotten how good it is and it is very good indeed.
Gilbert writes beautifully with that lovely trace of wit that I find so enjoyable. Set in the rarified and fusty legal atmosphere of Lincolns Inn this story has a really interesting plot with many twists and turns, red herrings and excellent characterizations. The epitome of British Golden Age Detective writing. A "must read" for any lover of this genre.
Superb!! Couldn't put it down.
Gilbert writes beautifully with that lovely trace of wit that I find so enjoyable. Set in the rarified and fusty legal atmosphere of Lincolns Inn this story has a really interesting plot with many twists and turns, red herrings and excellent characterizations. The epitome of British Golden Age Detective writing. A "must read" for any lover of this genre.
Superb!! Couldn't put it down.
January 2, 2023
Really fun mystery set in a London law office -- the observational office humor reminded me very much of Murder Must Advertise. If Hazelrigg were as compelling as Peter Wimsey, this book would rival the best of Sayers! Sadly, he's...not. Still a fast-paced and highly enjoyable read.
Warning for: one use of the n-word in dialogue that came out of nowhere and alarmed me, as much as anything, by its casualness.
Warning for: one use of the n-word in dialogue that came out of nowhere and alarmed me, as much as anything, by its casualness.
February 15, 2022
In his introduction, Michael Edwards writes that this is one of the top 100 crime novels of all time, those lists having been compiled by Julian Symons, H.R.F. Keating and also the CWA and MWA. I was prepared to like it. I was not prepared for the trivializing of women in the first 40 pages. I freely admit that had I been reading this early in our quarterly challenge rather than toward the end of it, I might have set it aside and found a different book for the task. Instead, I persevered, gritting my teeth that a book that included the following could make it to *any* top 100, let along four of them. "The only thing I can remember him saying about Mrs. Anthrax-Plumper was that she was a woman who would mortage her own virginity, if could persuade anyone she still possessed it ..." Normally I like British humor, but that stepped way over any line, as far as I was concerned.
Ok, now that I've gotten that off my chest, I'll just say that had I set this aside, I would have missed out on a terrific Golden Age Mystery. Despite the foregoing, it probably deserves to be on such top 100 lists. Shortly after the scenes with the conclave of catty women, a corpse is discovered in a deed box at a respected law firm. Though Mr. Smallbone was not a member of the firm, it is beyond belief that this wasn't an inside job.
I liked Gilbert's writing style and his characterizations were good enough for the genre. I am glad this has become more readily available. In fact, I found my copy sitting quietly on the shelf at one of my Friends of the Library book sales. I keep wondering who in my small town likes the same kind of books I do, from these old mysteries to Anthony Trollope. Maybe it isn't the same person, but I'll be these people know each other! Anyway, that is "off topic". I'm happy to give this a strong 4-stars and I have no defense as to why it isn't worth 5 of those pointy things.
Ok, now that I've gotten that off my chest, I'll just say that had I set this aside, I would have missed out on a terrific Golden Age Mystery. Despite the foregoing, it probably deserves to be on such top 100 lists. Shortly after the scenes with the conclave of catty women, a corpse is discovered in a deed box at a respected law firm. Though Mr. Smallbone was not a member of the firm, it is beyond belief that this wasn't an inside job.
I liked Gilbert's writing style and his characterizations were good enough for the genre. I am glad this has become more readily available. In fact, I found my copy sitting quietly on the shelf at one of my Friends of the Library book sales. I keep wondering who in my small town likes the same kind of books I do, from these old mysteries to Anthony Trollope. Maybe it isn't the same person, but I'll be these people know each other! Anyway, that is "off topic". I'm happy to give this a strong 4-stars and I have no defense as to why it isn't worth 5 of those pointy things.
January 9, 2022
Very witty, very clever, thoroughly enjoyable. The notable firm of solicitors, Horniman, Birley and Crane, have just found a dead man in one of their deed boxes. This is a firm that already had a significant cast of eccentrics, a singing sergeant, a parasomniac statistician, the Horniman patented filing system and a cat called Chancery, so the addition of the murder is only a little perturbing. Inspector Hazlerigg, for all he's allegedly Gilbert's recurring detective, is merely one voice in a chorus. I am a little biased in that i spent some time in practice in a firm very like Horniman's - that was in 2011; I'm pleased to learn that that sort of firm hasn't changed a whit in more than sixty years - but honestly, I really liked this.
July 26, 2020
Too many legal terms to well understand it. Women not well portraited and treated.
September 20, 2024
Smallbone Deceased is a witty look at life in a mid-sized law firm in late 1940s London. The firm - Horley, Birney and Craine - specializes in real estate and has a meticulous filing system for deeds and other documents as established by the senior partner. That includes hermetically sealed deed boxes set aside for busy clients. As it turns out, those deeds boxes are also a pretty good place to hide a corpse.
The corpse belongs to Mr. Smallbone, a client of the firm. How did he end up in a deed box? The wire wrapped around his neck gives Inspector Hazlerigg a pretty big clue as to how he got in there. He enlists the help of Henry Bohun, a new solicitor in the firm, to work from the inside and ferret out clues.
This novel offers a decent mystery that is greatly enhanced by rich characters and the author's sparkling wit. Michael Gilbert probably based some of the characters - and their extracurricular activities - on persons or types of persons he knew. That adds so much to this tale. The most interesting character is Henry Bohun, whom I believe appears in other books by Michael Gilbert. We see a bit of his life outside of the mystery and I found his situation most fascinating, made all the better by Gilbert's description of London by night. I would relish additional tales featuring Bohun. The resolution to the mystery is a bit of a letdown - the motive is a bit nebulous - but nevertheless is an entertaining experience. I hope more of Gilbert's work makes it back into print.
The corpse belongs to Mr. Smallbone, a client of the firm. How did he end up in a deed box? The wire wrapped around his neck gives Inspector Hazlerigg a pretty big clue as to how he got in there. He enlists the help of Henry Bohun, a new solicitor in the firm, to work from the inside and ferret out clues.
This novel offers a decent mystery that is greatly enhanced by rich characters and the author's sparkling wit. Michael Gilbert probably based some of the characters - and their extracurricular activities - on persons or types of persons he knew. That adds so much to this tale. The most interesting character is Henry Bohun, whom I believe appears in other books by Michael Gilbert. We see a bit of his life outside of the mystery and I found his situation most fascinating, made all the better by Gilbert's description of London by night. I would relish additional tales featuring Bohun. The resolution to the mystery is a bit of a letdown - the motive is a bit nebulous - but nevertheless is an entertaining experience. I hope more of Gilbert's work makes it back into print.
April 11, 2019
This entertaining mystery is set in a London lawyers' office and has strong parallels with Sayers' Murder Must Advertise in its depiction of the cut and thrust of office politics. Michael Gilbert had genuinely worked in a law firm and I must admit I prefer his book to Sayers', which rather smacks you around the head with its authenticity.
As with MMA, the fact that one of the employees at the firm is new allows him to act as an introduction. Henry Bohun is an intriguing figure who apparently appeared in several Gilbert short stories. But there is also a strong police presence from the unspectacular but efficient Inspector Hazelrigg.
The office characters are well-delineated and entertaining and Gilbert is expert at handling the various reveals and stretching out the mystery. The only frustration for me was the philosophical attitude of the female characters, the nicer men and the author himself towards the relentless harassment of women in offices by their superiors. It's just passed off with a wry shrug. But in that respect, it's only of its time, to be fair. Overall, this is an excellent and entertaining puzzle.
As with MMA, the fact that one of the employees at the firm is new allows him to act as an introduction. Henry Bohun is an intriguing figure who apparently appeared in several Gilbert short stories. But there is also a strong police presence from the unspectacular but efficient Inspector Hazelrigg.
The office characters are well-delineated and entertaining and Gilbert is expert at handling the various reveals and stretching out the mystery. The only frustration for me was the philosophical attitude of the female characters, the nicer men and the author himself towards the relentless harassment of women in offices by their superiors. It's just passed off with a wry shrug. But in that respect, it's only of its time, to be fair. Overall, this is an excellent and entertaining puzzle.
December 5, 2019
I was so wrong about who done and it was great!
"Now look here Inspector, Mr. Birley said in his most intimidating voice, "I can understand that you have to ask questions about this-er-death and about Smallbone and his affairs and so on. But questions about private workings of my firm, I cannot and will not tolerate. If you persist in wasting my time and my staff's time in investigating matters which have no possible connection with this er-death then I will have no alternative but to speak to the Commissioner-close personal friend of mine."
"I am here," said Inspector Hazelrigg without heat and without much rancour, "to investigate a murder. I shall question whom I like when I like and about what I like. If you inconvenience me in any way I shall apply for an order to close this building, and no business will be able to be transacted until I have finished my investigation. And if you would like a word with the Commissioner, ring Whitehall 1212 and ask for extension 9. I will see that you get put through."
"Now look here Inspector, Mr. Birley said in his most intimidating voice, "I can understand that you have to ask questions about this-er-death and about Smallbone and his affairs and so on. But questions about private workings of my firm, I cannot and will not tolerate. If you persist in wasting my time and my staff's time in investigating matters which have no possible connection with this er-death then I will have no alternative but to speak to the Commissioner-close personal friend of mine."
"I am here," said Inspector Hazelrigg without heat and without much rancour, "to investigate a murder. I shall question whom I like when I like and about what I like. If you inconvenience me in any way I shall apply for an order to close this building, and no business will be able to be transacted until I have finished my investigation. And if you would like a word with the Commissioner, ring Whitehall 1212 and ask for extension 9. I will see that you get put through."
January 22, 2020
An excellent book which ticks all the boxes for a classic Golden Age Detective novel - even though strictly speaking it's a bit late being set in 1950. It would equally suit a reader who enjoys good characterization and the minutiae of everyday life in a solicitor's office with all the gossip and hierarchy, and also the reader who enjoys an intricate plot which needs to be followed closely to pick up all the clues, with the detective working methodically through the evidence to establish times and alibis.
I listened to this book through on Audible and the narrator, David Thorpe, was brilliant. He caught the personality of each character and brought them to life as individuals - a good narrator really does make all the difference.
I listened to this book through on Audible and the narrator, David Thorpe, was brilliant. He caught the personality of each character and brought them to life as individuals - a good narrator really does make all the difference.
December 11, 2019
I would have enjoyed this even more if I had any sort of understanding of the British legal system or mortgages... particularly as they worked in the 1950's.
December 2, 2024
by
Michael GilbertFinish date: 02.12.2024
Genre: mystery
Rating: A+++
#Classic British Crime
Reading time: 8,5 hrs.
Good News: I devoured The Name of the Rose, a murder mystery that takes place in a remote medieval abbey in Italy during the fourteenth century. Now, you know how long it has been since I really enjoyed a mystery!
Bad News: Since I'm not a avid reader of CF, I've had no where to look for a good solid 'whodunit'. I just followed the most popular books on the market and have gotten stung once or twice. The popular scandinavian noir books often have blood dripping of every page I am hesitant to pick it up because just when you think it can’t possibly get worse, it does. That put me off this genre.
Good News: Michael Gilbert:...hidden gem for me all these years...has convincded me there is more to CF than meets my unexperienced eye. Smallbone Deceased is a nice legal mystery ...a some what cozy Golden age territory. But I've read M. Gilbert also wrote thrillers that are a bit darker, noirish crimes. I'm looking forward to these books.
Personal: Some die hard mystery/CF aficionados thought this book was overrated..I thought it was terrific. After reading 2 classic British murder mysteries this month which I find more satisfying than a lot of the drivel that is frankly a waste of my time...I've finally found my CF 'niche'. This book had interesting characters,...the pacing was very good and the ending was satisfying. I did not know who the murder wasuntil the last pages, missed ALL the clues in the text!
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June 3, 2017
Henry Bohun has just started work as a newly qualified solicitor with the reputable firm of Horniman, Birley and Craine when a body is found in a deed box. The dead Mr Smallbone's presence threatens to destroy the firm's reputation especially as the police - in the person of Inspector Hazlerigg - start thinking that the death has to have been an inside job.
Hazlerigg decides to trust the delightful Henry Bohun as he started with the firm after the murder and Henry finds himself involved in the investigation and thoroughly enjoying it and providing some well timed information to Hazelrigg. This is a well written and fast paced novel with a brilliant picture of life in a solicitor's office. I loved the writing and the humour and I thought the book was well plotted and I certainly didn't work out who the murderer was though the clues are there.
If you want to read a conventional Golden Age crime story then this fits the bill even though it wasn't published until after World War II. The book is part of the Hazlerigg series but the series can be read in any order.
Hazlerigg decides to trust the delightful Henry Bohun as he started with the firm after the murder and Henry finds himself involved in the investigation and thoroughly enjoying it and providing some well timed information to Hazelrigg. This is a well written and fast paced novel with a brilliant picture of life in a solicitor's office. I loved the writing and the humour and I thought the book was well plotted and I certainly didn't work out who the murderer was though the clues are there.
If you want to read a conventional Golden Age crime story then this fits the bill even though it wasn't published until after World War II. The book is part of the Hazlerigg series but the series can be read in any order.
August 24, 2017
Talmente British che alla fine viene da esclamare "The cat is on the table!", se vi esce "The cat is under the table" non fa per voi, la vostra visione malinconica dell'esistenza vi obbliga a un Chandler, se invece dite soddisfatti "The cat is under the car" mentre mettete in moto la macchina è meglio non frequentarvi.
January 9, 2021
I really enjoyed this mystery set in England in the Inspector Hazlerigg series. I have never read this series before, but that didn't detract from the story. I love this type of mystery, where the inspector has to sort through a myriad of clues to find the identity of the killer and the means, motive and opportunity for the crime.
July 21, 2024
An enjoyable and humorous romp of a legal mystery. Can be mentioned in the same breath with the glorious Sarah Caudwell, though Gilbert is more accessible than Caudwell whose attorneys engage in highly mannered and abstruse (though endlessly comedic) conversations. This was my first by Gilbert and I will be seeking more; he was apparently both prolific and varied.
August 30, 2016
4.5⭐️
An excellent mystery revolving around a law firm.
An excellent mystery revolving around a law firm.
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