There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.
- William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar
For the last few years I have been immersing myself in Louise Penny’s Armand Gamache series. Aside from being well crafted mysteries with quality writing, I view Inspector Gamache as a 21st century Hercule Poirot. I have been reading Christie’s Poirot cases for over thirty years, some multiple times, and the detective is a persona I come back to time and time again for both his empathy and the use of his little gray cells. Currently, I have gotten up to date with Inspector Gamache and am impatiently waiting for the publication of the next book in a few months. Thankfully, there is the Read Christie challenge that I discovered for the first time this year. The goal is for participants to read one pre selected Christie book each month for the year. Having read about half of the selections, I used this as an opportunity to fill in the gaps with books in her body of work I may not have gotten to yet. One Poirot case that has been on my radar for years is Taken at the Flood, a case that takes place shortly after World War II and features Poirot at the height of his powers.
In 1944 Gordon Cloade dies in a bombing during the Battle of London. Although a widower for many years, Cloade fell head over heels for one Rosaleen Hunter Underhaye on a boat returning to England. Although nearly forty years his junior, the two wed, leaving Rosaleen the sole beneficiary of the contents of Gordon Cloade’s will. This fortune originally went to Cloade’s family- his two brothers, one sister, and their children. Even though the two brothers Lionel and Jeremy did well on their own recognizance, the family unit depended on Gordon to organize their lives and take care of all their finances. It even appears that the two sisters-in-law, Frances and Kathie, turned away many potential suitors over the years- secretaries, maids, and the like- because if Gordon were to marry, the family would stand to lose thousands (perhaps millions) of pounds. In the 1940s, this was a fortune, and the Cloades knew it. It came as a shock to them that Gordon remarried and to a young lady no less. After the bombing, with Rosaleen and her brother David installed in Gordon’s home, the family treated Rosaleen with nothing short of animosity and disgust. How could this young lady steal their money? A few of the Cloades would stop at nothing short of murder if it meant seeing their fortune safely back in their hands.
It so happened that Hercule Poirot spent an evening in the same club in London as one Major Porter and Jeremy Cloade shortly after Gordon’s death. His death, marriage, and will were the main subject of conversation, Poirot soaking it up like a sponge and adding little of his own opinion. Two years later, the Cloades struggled financially, each of whom felt torn asking young Rosaleen for money that was supposed to be theirs. Cousins Rowley Cloade and Lynn Marchmont were supposed to marry, but the family had little money if any money to pay for a wedding. Lynn had returned from four years of serving in the Wrens during the war. Christie inserted herself here because she had served as a nurse during World War I and demonstrates her working knowledge of medicine, poisons, and a sense of women seeking adventure in many cases. Lynn, like Christie, had seen the world, and living in the country would be a let down. Rowley ran the family farm, losing a lot to his partner Johnnie who was killed in action, and at first glance appeared content with the rural lifestyle, even though Lynn had changed through the war. Rowley and Lynn were also hard up for money, and, like their aunts and uncles, probably at one time wished Rosaleen dead. Should she die, the money would revert back to the Cloades, and all would be well. As Kathie Cloade noted at one point, all turned out for the best. Poirot surmised to himself, even if it meant murder.
The first half of the case provided background information and the first murder. This is Christie’s twenty ninth full length book featuring Poirot, and, at this point, she could have him presented with all necessary information and wrap up a case in under one hundred pages. Poirot does not appear until part two, and then the case takes on new twists, or he would discovered whodunit in a few chapters. In the end, there is not one but three murders to solve. The motive for all three are linked- if Rosaleen Cloade dies or if it is discovered that her first husband is alive, Gordon Cloade’s money reverts back to the Cloade family. Every member of the family in the back or forefront of their mind wished Rosaleen Cloade dead at one point. It is up to Poirot to discover who killed a man at a local inn stating he is Rosaleen’s husband as well as two additional murders that had a hand in determining who would receive Gordon Cloade’s fortune. As per usual, there are many clues laid out as well as actors and false identities, components that occur often in Dame Christie’s cases. At first glance, these cookie crumbs are there so that the reader can discover whodunit, but, more often than not, she leaves out one or two key pieces of information so that Poirot and only Poirot can utilize his little gray cells and explain the entire chronology of crime to the assembled characters at the end. Although this can be a drawback to many readers, to me this is what sets Christie apart in that she at the time of writing constructed a puzzle with a missing piece and only the most astute would solve it. This is what made her the Queen of Crime and Poirot her most trusting messenger.
With the year more than half done, I have stuck to the Read Christie challenge. With five months left, I have one or two Poirot cases left, although there is always next year to read those as well, as I do enjoy variety. Now that I have gotten to the point where I am reading Inspector Gamache cases in real time, I need more of Hercule Poirot in my reading life. In this particular case I can see the similarities in the two detectives. Both are of sharp minds and well dressed, appearing more like a professor than a murder investigator. Gamache quotes poetry, literature, and history regularly, much to my delight and to his team’s chagrin. Perhaps Penny had an aha moment in creating Gamache by reading this particular book. Here, Poirot quotes both Tennyson and Shakespeare, noting to a local detective that this case is much like the Shakespearean stage, quoting the epithet that Christie used for the book’s title. Murder investigators with a conscience are why I have been drawn to Hercule Poirot for a large swath of my life and to Armand Gamache for the last five years. Suffice it to say, neither will be leaving my reading life any time in the near future, if it all.
🕵️♂️ 4 stars