Despite all these Ocean Liner Mysteries/Dillman & Masefield stories being much of a likeness, I'm still quite surprised on just how much I'm actually enjoying them. There does seem to be just enough divergence from book to book to keep me keen, and maintain a desire for more.
On this current trip, as the title of the book suggests, George Porter Dillman and Genevieve Masefield are back on the Atlantic and heading East from New York to Liverpool aboard the Cunard Line ship, the Caronia.
Again, the pair of ship's detectives are travelling separately in First Class, to maintain the appearance of being individual passengers. Which is beneficial in gaining the trust of their fellow seafaring commuters and any would be criminal elements. Where on boarding, they are introduced to the ship's purser, Mr Paul Taggart. All fair and well, and all much and such the same course of events that pertain to any and all other Dillman & Masefield tales on the high seas.
This time however, right from the get go, the author really shakes things up by having a pair of English policemen, escorting a runaway couple of lovers and alleged murderers on board. Where the British bobby taking up the rear, one walrus moustachioed Sergeant Mulcaster, is menacingly brandishing a shotgun, which Dillman guesses, is wholly unnecessary, while Sergeant Mulcaster's partner and superior, Inspector Redfern is leading the way.
Also, when the introductions to the purser are made, and the British contingent of police and suspects are discussed, Taggart then proceeds to enlighten Dillman & Masefield that there may be some passengers attempting to smuggle cocaine and heroin aboard the Caronia.
Add to the mix, that the ocean liner also has a champion cyclist in transit, Theo Wright, whom is heading to France to compete in the Paris to Bordeaux twenty four hour race, and his curmudgeonly, slave driving coach, Mr Wes Odell, and it's all going on, all very different, and all very exciting!
It all kicks off, when someone has obviously recognised Sergeant Mulcaster from his dubious past. We soon discover that Ronnie Mulcaster is obnoxiously arrogant, has a violent temper with it, and a string of black marks against his name in the police force and also a long list of previously battered and hospitalised suspects. One of which is now aboard ship and proceeds to bludgeon the uniformed thug over the head and chuck him overboard! C’est la vie, plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose monsieur.
Luckily for Dillman, Masefield, Taggart and Redfern, who initially, don't know what has happened to the Sergeant, he just seemed to have disappeared, there's a witness.
Cue much amusement on the appearance of one Daniel Webb. The witness to the attack, is a highly egregious drunk, who although is extremely annoying and sycophantic to those whom are trying to extract his important information, is an absolute riotous joy for us! The elderly old soak, eventually wears Dillman down and manages to exchange his intelligence for a bottle of whisky, much to everyone's regret and chagrin later on, brilliant.
I also found another scene/scenario highly amusing and couldn't help but burst out laughing at it. There was another passenger whom was extremely irritating for the ship's law enforcement officers. Mrs Anstruther, with a litany of erroneous, irrelevant and extremely minor complaints. Along with a nonsensical moan, that the ship had been ’bobbing too much’, the spurious gripes also include, that across the dinner table, a fellow passenger, Welshman, Mostyn Morris, had been continually staring at her, and goodness knows what he'd been imagining while doing so?! Claimed the headache inducing, bothersome old busybody. When Taggart had finished lamenting the woes of Mrs Anstuther to Dillman, he then asked if the detective could do anything about it? On spotting Mostyn Morris, Dillman noticed his protruding eyes, which gave him an expression of being permanently startled. So he decided to approach the unfortunate Welshman with causion, and said, "Hello Mr Morris. I couldn't help but notice you had been sitting opposite Mrs Anstruther at dinner and that she had been staring at you. Well, just a word of warning old chap, I have it on good authority that she's on the hunt for a new husband!"
Well, I must say, I ended myself at Mr Morris's reaction and reply! It was priceless, "Saints preserve us!" he exclaimed in the utmost shock, and I'm pretty sure something along the lines of 'A battle axe' was also mentioned, haha! He then thanked George Dillman for the warning, and spent the rest of the voyage locked in his room!
Comedy gold.
However, I really could do without the myriad blossoming romances that infest these books! There’s usually at least two or three beaus that are tortuously swooning over Genevieve Masefield, and here, it was total tedium when Isadora Singleton was fawning over the cyclist, Theo Wright, who in turn, was pining over Genevieve! Nauseating stuff indeed haha!
There was also another couple of criticisms, one minor, the other a big steaming turd of a no, no, that had me spitting feathers!
I'll start with the former, the minor criticism. I did correctly guess on who the murderer of Sergeant Mulcaster and the drug smuggler was right from the beginning. As soon as we were introduced to Stanley Chase and it was mentioned that he was an antiques dealer, I said, that's your man! The drugs are in his antiques! I may have been wrong about the whereabouts of the narcotics, but I definitely knew Chase was a wrong 'un (Obviously, as a former drugs connoisseur, I’m playing Devil’s advocate here, haha!). I certainly didn’t fall for the ’undertaker’ red herring. I don’t really think it was down to my powers of deduction either, just that it was really glaringly obvious.
And speaking of 'wrong 'uns', for the latter criticism, I did mention in my review of the last Dillman & Masefield novel, 'Murder on the Minnesota', that I was highly suspicious of George Porter Dillman's past employment as a Pinkerton detective, whom were nothing but violent, bootboy, mercenaries. Well here, I seem to have been completely vindicated, while in discussion with Sergeant Mulcaster, about the merits of the Pinkerton agency, Dillman describes the work of the Molly Maguires as 'A reign of terror'!! WTactualF??!! Feck you Dillman, you feckin' fecker! The only people that brought a ‘reign of terror’ to Pennsylvania in the late nineteenth century, were the coal mine owners, bosses and their outside agencies, like the Pinkertons! I was almost apoplectic at that, but I soon recovered, however, Dillman was certainly not forgiven.
So on we sail to murder on the Marmora…….. woohoo!
In the meantime, I’m off to cleanse myself from Dillman’s sacrilegious outburst by watching the 1970 Martin Ritt movie ’The Molly Maguires’ starring Sean Connery and Richard Harris! Top o’ the mornin’ to ye!