If you like your mysteries witty and well-written with eccentric characters, you'll love this one.
It was published in 1933 and was the first of this author's seven book-length mysteries. Sadly, Sprigg was only 29 years old when he died in the Spanish Revolution. While Hitler and Mussolini were grabbing headlines, Spanish revolutionaries were fighting Franco's Fascist dictatorship. Idealistic young men from England and the U.S. joined the battle. The freedom-fighters were defeated and massacred and Franco settled into decades of brutal dictatorship, funded by Western governments.
Sprigg took his politics seriously, but had a lighter side, too. This book is always entertaining and frequently hilarious, which is how I like my mysteries. Being grim about murder, blackmail, drug dealing and other crimes won't stop them from happening, so why shouldn't we get a laugh out of them?
Charles Venables, journalist, man-about-town, and amateur detective, is featured in several of Sprigg's books and he's an appealing hero. Coming from an old county family, he knows many of the upper crust. The flamboyant London newspaper the "Mercury" hires him as their social reporter, which suits him fine. His only work history is an unpaid internship at an international organization. In the midst of a depression, he's happy to have a job writing about hi-jinks in high society.
Childhood friend Lady Viola insists he take rooms at the Garden Hotel, where she lives. The rents are low and the food good, but she's convinced there's something shady about the place. Sure enough, Charles overhears a suspicious conversation between the hotel manager (Mrs Budge) and her husband. They've got a game, but what?
Another childhood friend is Detective Inspector Bray of Scotland Yard, so when one of the Budges disappears, Bray is willing to listen to Charles' theories. They bicker and disagree, but Bray knows Charles is more intelligent than he acts and includes him in the investigation. The "Mercury" happily promotes him from Society Editor to Chief Crime Reporter. Bloody crimes sell even more newspapers than aristocratic scandals.
The missing person is found, but not all in one place, if you get my drift. Wouldn't dismembering a large mammal be more complicated than (say) cutting up a chicken? If I wrote mysteries instead of reading them, I'd learn not to ask such questions. Now Inspector Bray (with Charles tagging along) must find a killer and figure out why the corpse was disposed of so oddly.
The inhabitants of the Garden Hotel are odd themselves. Mr Budge helps his wife manage the hotel, but he also owns a laundry which washes more than clothes and linens. The Rev Septimus Blood is milder than his name suggests, but he's an MD and does research with deadly bacteria. Mrs Salterton-Deeley owns a clothing store and was high strung even before she discovered her hat box didn't have a hat in it. Miss Mumby is rich, owns a multitude of cats, and conducts seances. She's crackers.
Miss Geranium is a religious fanatic, convinced God is ready to destroy the wicked human race. Miss Hectoring is supposed to be keeping her out of trouble, but she's weird, too. Colonel Cantrip is the typical bluff retired military man, but has outbursts of weeping. The Egyptian Eppoliki sports one glass eye and has failed more exams at his medical school than all the other students combined. Mrs Walton is tough to figure. Should a beautiful young widow engaged to an adoring wealthy man be so glum and nervous?
The only normal ones are Charles, Lady Viola, and Miss Sanctuary. She's a Miss Marple-type, knitting and smiling sweetly at everyone. Still, people consult her about their problems, sensing a shrewd brain underneath the fluffy white curls. She doesn't miss much and both Inspector Bray and Charles Venables rely on her for information.
Bray is an intelligent man who knows his job, but Venables has the advantage of knowing his fellow residents. And his unpaid internship after college wasn't as insignificant as it looked. The two old friends are a good working team, since they like and respect each other, but don't hesitate to disagree in blunt, colorful language.
The ending took me by surprise, but they usually do. I was too busy enjoying the strange characters and the witty conversations to pay much attention to the clues. I think it's one of the best Golden Age mysteries I've ever read and I'm looking forward to reading more in the series.