Dr. Gideon Fell, the massive private investigator who reminds avid mystery readers of Rex Stout's Nero Wolfe, is at it again. We are introduced to Fell and his companion, the historian Phillip Knox during a ship crossing to New York.
During the cruise they meet the retired actress Margery Vane and her entourage, who is returning to the small town where her career began, where she plans to reopen the theater where she was supposed to have starred in the play, "Romeo and Juliet" with her first husband. But tragedy struck and her husband died.
The first of mysterious happenings occur — an unknown figure fires a gun, apparently at Vane, through a window. The shot misses and the shooter vanishes.
In the states, the trio come back together in Connecticut where Vane is reopening the theater and once again planning a production of "Romeo and Juliet." And it is at a dress rehearsal where Vane is killed.
Police begin investigations struggling with how was the murder done when Vane was sitting in a locked theatre box and by who, when the play was being performed and most of the suspects were either on stage?
I have generally liked the Carr books but this one threw me. First off, I didn't like most of the characters at all, and most of their reactions make absolutely no sense. Take Knox's wife, who he hasn't seen in 20 years — she appears to hate him and is so obnoxious, how can he continue to fawn over the woman? Then there are the actors, who for some inane reason are given actual weapons on stage and actually play around with them, firing them in the theatre.
Then there is Fell himself. For quite a bit of the story, he is totally passive or in some circumstance, not even at the scene. And while the solution in clever, I'm not surprised at all — the way it occurred, nor the guilty individual. It took a long time for the murder to occur and there was a long time where nothing seems to be happening. The red herrings weren't that diverting.
This is the second to last book in the Dr. Gideon Fell books, which began in 1932. Perhaps, readers are supposed to think that Fell, while is mind is still sharp, is slowing down. I think that I tend to think that its Carr who is slowing down — he suffered a stroke in 1963 which paralyzed his left side and would die of lung cancer in 1977 — and while I enjoyed this book a bit, there was a lot to grumble about while doing so.