Murder, Murder, Little Star

 Murder, Murder, Little Star (1977) by Marian Babson

Twinkle is a child star--ten years old going on a very b---- forty. She wears dark glasses, a sable coat, and an attitude that alienates everyone she comes in contact with. But onscreen, she's a dream and her public adores her. And she sells. And that's all the producer and the director of her newest movie care about. It'll be worth it to put up with the child tyrant if they can make a huge profit on the movie. But--as filming begins, it becomes apparent that someone has tired of putting up with Twinkle. First her morning milk is poisoned with near fatal results for the crewmember who has been secretly drinking the milk for her (Twinkle hates her morning milk). Then the scriptwriter falls to his death while trying to prove that tap-dancing on a very high roof while wearing a safety harness is absolutely safe--so of course Twinkle can do it. Twinkle was sure it was not...and she was right.

Who has it in for Twinkle? Could it be her mother who had to sacrifice her own career for her daughter's stardom? Or perhaps her bother's beau who wants mummy to be free from encumbrances? Maybe it's the produce or director--after all they have heavily ensured their little star and perhaps they'd rather have insurance money than to have to wait for box office proceeds. Or could it be one of her co-stars--she has managed to offend, insult, and generally make herself obnoxious to all of them. Has anything rankled so deeply that it has resulted in attempted murder? 

Frances Armitage has been hired as chaperone for the young star. She sees beyond the makeup and trappings of fame--and sees a young girl afraid of getting too old for child parts and losing her star power. She sees a lonely girl in need of a friend. And she sees a girl who is truly afraid. Frances vows to protect her young charge and tries to discover what is going on behind the scenes. But it all boils down to a killer who can't keep out the spotlight giving a confessional monologue.

A decent mystery spoiled by little actual detection and the confessional wrap-up. The killer doesn't even need any prodding to to start boasting about the plot to severely injure Twinkle or outright murder her--take your pick. I enjoyed Marian Babson books very much when I first read some in the 80s/90s, but I'm not sure she's what I'm looking for in the 2020s. The best part of the book for me wasn't the mystery--it was Frances and her relationship with Twinkle and her relationship with her son and daughter-in-law. I love how she's trying to get her independence while DIL seems intent on running her life. Good on Frances for sticking up for herself. ★★ and 1/2

First line: There was really, Frances Armitage thought complacently, a lot of nonsense talked about the difficulty of re-entering the employment market.

Last line: "I've just been called on a new assignment...."
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Deaths = 3 (two in explosions; one fell from height)

Winds of Evil

 Winds of Evil (1937) by Arthur W. Upfield

A strangler is at work at Wirragatta Station in the far reaches of the Australian outback. The killer operates during violent windstorms that last more than one night--all the better to cover any traces he may have left behind. Enter Joe Fisher (aka Detective-Inspector Napoleon "Bony" Bonaparte) who offers his services to Martin Borradale, owner of the station, as a hired laborer. Though the last murder took place a year ago, Bony is convinced that he can track the killer--after all, he's not left a crime unsolved yet. When there is another attack--this time leaving the victim alive, but with a dangerous head injury, Bony finds himself next on the killer's attack list. Fortunately, the wily detective is able to escape with only a bruised throat. 

He starts with a list of eleven men as possible suspects and with patient questioning he's able to whittle the list down to five. He believes he knows who the man is and why he behaves as he does, but there's no proof. Meanwhile, a clueless detective from the nearest city has arrested a man whom Bony is sure is innocent. He decides to prepare a trap that will be sprung during the next violent windstorm....but will it catch the right man?

Another excellent mystery from Upfield--full of excellent descriptions of the outback and details enough of the windstorms to make you feel the sand stuck to your skin. Bony is good at slipping into the skin of an itinerant laborer (with Borradale's full knowledge of his true identity), though he doesn't manage to fool the landowner's sister for long. I was quite pleased with myself that I spotted the killer and his backstory well before Bony did--at least before Upfield allowed us to know that Bony did. I don't often get to the solution before the good detective. 

If you want a mystery that will give you a run for your money with great descriptions of place as well as a real feel for Australia in the 1930s, then you can't go wrong with Upfield. Just remember when these were written and that folks weren't exactly PC at the time. ★★★★

First line: It was a wind-created hell in which the man who called himself Joe Fisher walked northward towards the small township of Carie.

In, general, murderers are the most stupid of criminals, prone to commit a hundred mistakes. They are more stupide than embezzlers. I believe that it is the fear of the rope which upsets the average murderer and makes him make mistakes. Even the really clever murderer, the odd one in the hundred, will make at least one vital mistake. Not always, however, does the investigator see, or recognize, the mistakes, so that it is always the investigator who fails to sheet home a crime and not the cleverness of the criminal to get away with it. (Inspector Napoleon "Bony" Bonaparte; p. 45)

Last line: "And you," loudly asserted Detective-Inspector Napoleon Bonaparte, "are another!"
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Deaths =  7 (two strangled; four natural; one shot)

A Case of Life & Limb

 A Case of Life & Limb (2025) by Sally Smith

It's the Christmas season in the Temple and even the King's Counsellors are feeling festive with the dusting of snow. It's time for a break in court appearances, family gatherings, and presents in pretty packages. But the gaily-wrapped that shows up on Sir William Waring's doorstep doesn't exactly contain glad tidings of great joy. A desiccated severed hand is wrapped up in the tissue paper within...with a card that says: Can I give you a hand?

After Sir Gabriel Ward's success at tracking down a murder just a few months ago, Waring turns to him again to discreetly investigate the origins of the grisly package. Gabriel would much rather spend his time preparing for a particularly difficult libel case brought by the beautiful and beloved music hall star Topsy Tillotson against the notorious tabloid newspaper, the Nation's Voice. The newspaper had published a story that Topsy, known as "the unconquerable," had been truly conquered by the Honorable Frederick Sewell. She swears she doesn't know the man, has never even met him, and that the story is a filthy lie. And she wants Gabriel to represent her in the case against the tabloid. He has quite a job ahead of him to prove their case. And now he has to divide his time on a hunt for the practical joker with a morbid sense of humor.

But when more packages arrive and the shock of receiving one kills one of Gabriel's oldest friends withing the Inner Temple, he knows he must devote more time to the investigation. It becomes quite evident that someone has a deep-set grudge against the members of the Temple and doesn't mind if a few people die while they exact their revenge. Gabriel teams up with his new-found friend Constable Wright of the City of London Police to bring the culprit to justice...all while finding a way to salvage the reputation of his client in the libel case.

This was a terrific follow-up to Gabriel's debut in A Case of Mice & Murder. Often the second book in a series is weaker than the debut, but not so in this case. Gabriel has gained confidence in his sleuthing skills (which spills over into his conduct of the libel case--out-performing the histrionic Sir Edward Hopkins and winning over the jury with flair and emotion). His relationship with Constable Wright has also progressed and the two make an even better sleuthing team than before. I enjoyed watching them investigate the mysteries--both together and separately--and particularly enjoyed Wright's dishing out a bit of extra justice when Sewell receives what seems to be a mere hand-slap. 

This is a particularly satisfying mystery--even if I did see one part of the ending coming. But I have to say that I found the development of Gabriel's character even more satisfying. Smith is gradually widening his experience--the man has had a set pattern to his life and few social interactions or commitments beyond those necessitated by his profession. Constable Wright is becoming a good friend and the way a certain cat by the name of Delphinium insinuates herself into his routine is delightful. I am eager to see where the next Case takes him. ★★★★ and 1/2

First line: No hint of the horror to come was discernible in the pure snow.

"Nothing is horrible beyond description," said Gabriel, his inner lawyer--ever alert to inaccuracy of vocabulary--challenged this observation. "Words are all we have. Everything is describable, however terrible. Look at Medea; look at the Book of Revelation; look, for that matter, at Dracula." (Gabriel Ward; p. 10)

Last lines: Really, he thought to himself disagreeably, sometimes I do wonder about Sir Gabriel Ward KC. Now he has taken to walking about the Tempe with that objectionable cat at his heels. A lawyer of his seniority and distinction. One of our King's Counsell! In public! I shall have to speak to him.
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Deaths = 4 (two natural; one hit on head; one strangled)

The Anatomist's Apprentice

 The Anatomist's Apprentice (2011) by Tessa Harris

Synopsis [from the book flap]: In the first in a new mystery series set in eighteenth-century England, Tessa Harris introduces Dr. Thomas Silkstone, anatomist and pioneering forensic detective...The death of Sir Edward Crick has unleashed a torrent of gossip through the seedy taverns and elegant ballrooms of Oxfordshire. Few mourn the dissolute young man--except  his sister, the beautiful Lady Lydia Farrell. When her husband comes under suspicion of murder, she seeks expert help from Dr. Thomas Silkstone, a young anatomist from Philadelphia.

Thomas arrived in England to study under its foremost surgeon, where his unconventional methods only add to his outsider status. Against his better judgment he agrees to examine Sir Edward's corpse. but it is not only the dead, but also the living to whom he must apply the keen blade of his intellect. And the deeper the doctor's investigations go, the greater the risk that he will be consigned to the ranks of the corpses he studies....

One of the blurbs on Goodreads I saw said that if you like The Anatomist's Apprentice, then you'd like the Sebastian St. Cyr mysteries. As a firm fan of the Sebastian St. Cyr, Lord Devlin mysteries, let me say that once you read those, you'll be spoiled and might not want to come back to Dr. Thomas Silkstone. The quality of writing and historical research in the C. S. Harris books are superior. The characters are far more compelling and the mysteries better plotted. Each series (basing the Silkstone series on this one only) have their gruesome moments, but Silkstone's autopsies outdo Devlin's high body count--not in a good way.

The mystery itself had a good premise, but there were too few suspects and I spotted at least part of the solution pretty quickly. There is a nice added twist at the end, but even that is telegraphed a bit ahead of time. Now...this doesn't mean I won't give Silkstone another chance. Though I was immediately hooked on the Devlin books, I have to say that they don't hit their stride until the third book or so. I like the time period and I'm willing to see if the books improve after a slightly rough beginning. ★★ and 1/2

First line (Prologue): Time, they say, is a great physician.

First line (1st chapter): A stifled scream came first, shattering the oppressive silence.

Last line: No doctor had ever devised a remedy to ease lovesickness, but during the cold and unforgiving season that lay ahead without his beloved, the token, he told himself would help warm his aching heart.
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Deaths = 8 (one natural; two poisoned; one drowned; two strangled; two beaten)

Tied Up in Tinsel

 Tied Up in Tinsel (1972) by Ngaio Marsh
[read by Wanda McCaddon]

Agatha Troy Alleyn, who is finishing up a portrait of her host, is spending Christmas at Hilary Bill-Tasman's country house. Bill-Tasman is from an old family, but had re-purchase the family pile with earnings from a lucky and lucrative business partnership as well as a few big win in the pools.  But it's not a typical country house Christmas. The entire staff of the manor are "oncers"--men who have murdered once, in a kind of brainstorm of passion and have been released from prison for good behavior. The authorities believe they aren't dangerous. Less likely to do it again because they know what being in prison is like now. In addition to this rather unconventional lot of servants, there is the Christmas festivities themselves. A kind of mash-up of druidic/pagan, Christian, and Santa Claus all rolled into a weird bundle. And--once all the guests arrive, there is an odd kind of tension. We have Bill-Tasman's fiancee, the lovely and totally mod Cressida Tottenham, who punctuates every sentence with "you know" and who thinks Alleyn (once he arrives) is "the mostest." We have Bill-Tasman's Uncle Flea (Colonel Fleaton Forrester) and Aunt Bed along with Uncle Flea's former batman cum valet, Moult. And we have honorary uncle & business partner, Bert Smith. None of them are too fond of the staff--especially after a series of practical jokes referencing the style of the various "oncers" is played upon them.

Uncle Flea is all set to do his usual round as a Father Christmas turned Druid when he has one of his "turns" (weak heart) and Moult steps in to take his place. But things get really tense when Moult disappears directly after handing out the gifts. A search of the house and as much of the grounds as is practical in the obligatory snow storm gives no trace of the man. Where is he? Why has he disappeared? And...is he still alive? There was a kind of armed truce between Moult and the manor house staff--and the staff were certain that Moult was behind the practical jokes meant to make things look bad for them. Would they go so far as to do away with the man? Alleyn has been out of the country on special assignment, but he arrives home just in time to be invited to join the house party (ostensibly so he won't have to be alone for the holidays, but Bill-Tasman really wants him to lend the local constabulary a hand). And when Moult's body is discovered, it turns into a real busman's holiday and Alleyn is asked by the local police to take over. 

As I said when I last reviewed the book, this is a mixed bag for me. Marsh does the country house set-up well. She's got quite a crew of eccentric characters--though. The plot is pretty good--but I don't see any way that the reader could know the motive for the killing. I just don't. I believe I went down the same garden path that Marsh led me down before. I absolutely thought that one of the "practical jokes" had been staged by the person it was perpetrated upon--and, of course, it wasn't. 

I knew--or remembered--exactly where Moult's body would be found as soon as we knew he was missing. I'm still nonplussed at Marsh's attempt to use "hip" late 60s/early 70s slang. If felt forced--"like, you know?" [to quote one of the characters. Alleyn and Troy are delightful as always, but Alleyn's appearance comes much too late in the game. And we barely get to see Fox at all. A decent mystery for the Christmas season, but not one of Marsh's strongest. I've just realized that this is one of two Marsh novels nominated for the Edgar for Best Novel. I'm a bit baffled at the nomination. ★★★

First line: "When my sire," said Hilary Bill-Tasman, joining the tips of his fingers, "was flung into penury by the great slump, he commenced scrap merchant."

Last line: "I bet you anything you like," said Alleyn.
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Deaths = Two (one hit on head; one natural) [for the purposes of the Medical Examiner's Challenge, it's a shame that all those people that the "oncers" knocked off weren't given names....]

Shadow of Madness

 Shadow of Madness (1950) by Hugh Pentecost (Judson Philips)

Dr. John Smith, a criminal psychologist, decides that what he really needs is a fishing trip. He hasn't been fishing and camping since he was young and so he gathers camping gear and his fishing gear and decides to head out into the woods.  And gets lost. And gets captured by a madman with a Thompson submachine gun. When someone asks him later how he got into the dangerous position he finds himself, he responds:

Because I am an idiot. I haven't been fishing for twenty years, Mr. Cornwall. I got the urge for the great outdoors. Do I fish off a bridge near my own comfortable lodgings? No. Do I mosey along a pleasant winding stream through the farm lands in the neighborhood? No. I strike out for the great outdoors. I am a woodsman. I am going to camp out--an idea I haven't had since I was twelve years old, a frighteningly long time ago. I strike out into the woods. I have all the modern camping gadgets from Abercrombie and Fitch. After one hour of fishing I cannot find my camp or my equipment. After four hours I find myself confronted by a young man with a machine gun. That, Mr. Cornwall, is the history of my idiocy.

Yes, Dr. Smith is taken prisoner by Mark Douglas. A madman with a mission. Someone has been blackmailing Mark over a crime worthy of the District Attorney's attention and Mark has had enough. He's been pushed over the edge. He knows the blackmailer must be one of eight people--his wife or one of seven "friends" he's known all his life. He brought them all to this secluded lake where they spent their younger days swimming, boating, fishing, and sleeping in the large cabin. Then he wrecked the cars and told them if the blackmailer didn't confess...or they didn't work together to expose him/her...then he would kill them all rather than endure anymore demands. Now that Dr. Smith has wandered into the party, he's expected to play by the same rules. Can the man who works with criminal insanity on a regular basis defuse the ticking time bomb that Mark has begun? And when murder strikes among the party can he solve that little problem as well?

This was one of the most interesting mysteries/thrillers/suspense stories that I've read in quite a while. The opening chapter is amazing. The set-up intriguing. The way the doctor goes about interviewing the captives and working on Mark is fascinating. Pentecost does a brilliant job in building the tension and bringing in the back ground that the doctor needs to understand the currents running under the surface among these people. Did I spot the blackmailer and/or killer? Not exactly. I was kind of leaning their way, but didn't get there before the reveal. Speaking of the reveal, that was the most disappointing part of the story. After the big build-up, I expected a bit more oomph in the finale. It's not that it wasn't good--it just wasn't great. So I couldn't quite bump the star rating all the way to the top. ★★★★

First line: The small gray man pushed his way through the brush and came out into the clearing.

Last line: "Why not?" the Doctor said. "Why not?"
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Deaths =  5 (one shot down in war; one stabbed; one natural; two car accident)

The Division Bell Mystery

 The Division Bell Mystery (1932) by Ellen Wilkinson

Ellen Wilkinson was one of England's first female MPs and gives readers an intimate look at the hallowed halls of Parliament in this, her first...and only detective novel. Her debut novel introduces Robert West, private secretary to the Secretary of State for Home Affairs, who finds himself playing amateur detective when a violent death happens during his Chief's private dinner with reclusive American financier Georges Oissel. 

Initially, the death of Oissel looks like suicide. The Home Secretary (who seems to be nameless...unless I missed it somehow) had to leave his guest a bit before the division bell (a signal to Members that a vote is about to be taken). The room is virtually sealed--all windows locked and the only door under observation of a waiter preparing to bring coffee for the Home Secretary's return as well as West and his own guest who are just coming down the hallway--when a shot is heard. The three men rush to the room and find Oissel shot through the heart and a revolver on the floor nearby.

The House officers quickly arrive and a search is made, but there is no one out of the ordinary to be found. Inspector Blackitt of Scotland Yard is called in and also seems to favor suicide--at first. But Oissel's granddaughter insists that her grandfather would never kill himself. And then the Oissel's apartment is burgled and the Home Secretary's own man who had been serving as a kind of body guard is killed. And then...the evidence (lack of scorching of any sort) supports the theory of murder. But if it is murder, how did the murderer get away? West and Blackitt will have to solve the impossible crime if they're going to nab the killer.

Wilkinson does an excellent job of setting the scene. Even this Yank began to feel at home in the House of Commons--it was so well-described. It was fun to see the inner workings of the 1930s Parliament--the machinations and tricks and deals to get things done. And to realize that "the more things change, the more they stay the same." Her characters are vivid and well-defined and I think it's a shame she didn't write more mysteries, especially if they would have featured Lord Dalbreattie and West investigating again. Inspector Blackitt is given the short end of the stick, though. After showing how it couldn't be suicide and beginning to investigate, he sort of fades into the background. 

She doesn't do too badly with the impossible crime either--especially given that this was her first attempt at a detective novel. One one real complaint is that I can't remember a particular thing being mentioned about the room where Oissel was killed. It's kind of important to solving the mystery. I just went back and reread all the scenes I could remember that took place in Room J (as it's known) and I couldn't find mention of it at all. So, I don't see how the reader could possibly have figured out how it was done.

Overall a thoroughly enjoyable read. ★★★★

First line: No matter how exciting the day, the House of Commons loses all interest between the hours of 7 am and 9 pm.

The public was not quite sure of him [the Prime Minister] because he, elusive, incalculable, was never quite sure of himself....to some degree he reflected the lack of purpose of his period. It was counted to him for a virtue that he could answer any question and leave the questioner soothed, but completely in the dark as to what he meant. (p. 159)

"Flossie" [the Home Secretary] was priceless. He had committed the most unpardonable piece of folly, he had outraged every official British tradition. If the facts were suspected not only the Government, but the Party were irretrievably ruined, and there he sat, a pillar of the Established Church and the Established Everything Else, shocked at the wickedness of the the unknown burglars. (p. 167)

Robert felt like he ought to apologize for the poor old Parliament that had insisted on having a mystery although it ought to have known that Lord Dalbeattie didn't like them. (p. 175)

"The police are no match for a really highly trained servant, especially one accustomed to holding his or her tongue in a place like the House of Commons. I learned that fact in a very costly way when I was trying to get a divorce. My wife knew it, and I paid for the lesson. (Lord Dalbeattie; p. 179)

"But it is no use trying to unravel a mystery like this unless you are prepared to face every possibility, and keep your own emotions out of it. Find the truth, and then let your feelings dictate what you should do with it. That seems to me to be the only common-sense way." (Lord Dalbeattie; p 182)

[The "Under Gallery"] is rigidly barred to any woman, though she may be the expert in charge of a bill. Women M.P.s might try to abolish this absurdity, but the House, which in the past has swallowed whole strings of new camels, would die in the last ditch in defence of some antiquated gnat of a custom. (p 194)

Last line: "The police forgot the river."
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Deaths = two shot

2026 Motif Reading Challenge

 

Kim & Tanya have posted their 2026 Monthly Motif Reading Challenge. Click on the link for full details. For this challenge each month is assigned a motif or theme. The task is to read one book each month that fits the motif...I will list my tentative choices below (once I think of them 😊.

January: The Division Bell Mystery by Ellen Wilkinson (1/12/26)

February: Aristotle Detective by Margaret Doody (2/3/26)

March: Shadow of Madness by Hugh Pentecost (3/23/26) [criminal psychology]

April: Tied Up in Tinsel by Ngaio Marsh (4/4/26)

May: The Anatomist's Apprentice by Tessa Harris (5/5/26)

June: A Case of Life & Limb by Sally Smith [my cover is much more neon green than it shows up in the picture on my review] (6/11/26)

July: Winds of Evil by Arthur W. Upfield (7/7/26)

August:  Murder, Murder, Little Star by Marian Babson (8/25/26)

September: 

October: 

November: 

December

A Vow of Fidelity

 A Vow of Fidelity (1995) by Veronica Black (Maureen Peters)

Sister Joan is one of ten art school students who promised each other to meet up in twenty years time for a reunion. Since entering the convent and becoming a nun, Sister Joan had long forgotten the promise until a photograph of the class of ten arrives anonymously--no note, no return address. The proposed reunion date, September 15th, is fast approaching and Sister Joan doesn't plan to go. But Mother Dorothy has just proposed a new venture to help the convent raise funds to cover expenses--offering retreats for those outside the community, a time of rest and rejuvenation. And she thinks that this reunion would be a great time for Sister Joan to do a bit of advertising.

When the time comes, only six of the other nine former classmates arrive and Sister Joan learns that two have died--one in a fall from a car park, in what seems to have been an accident, and the other killed by a hit and run driver. The group is sure that Serge, the third of the missing, must have forgotten--he never was very good  about remembering social engagements. The others decide to make a night of it--have dinner and maybe see a show, but Sister Joan needs to get back to the convent. She volunteers to stop by Serge's apartment and see if he wants to join the others  for the night. She finds that Serge had a really good reason for not appearing at the reunion...he too is dead from an apparent drug overdose. 

The coroner's court determined it was a suicide, but Sister Joan meets a Patricia, a current friend of Serge's, who says he didn't do drugs and would never have committed suicide. This is what Sister Joan thinks too. The Serge she remembered loved life too much to mess with drugs or take his own life, even when depressed. But did she ever really know Serge? Or any of her classmates, for that matter. No one seems to be anything like what she remembered. The next thing she learns is that Patricia has been murdered--no question this time, her throat was cut from behind. Sister Joan tells the entire story to her friend Detective Sergeant Mills, but after checking on details about the deaths he tells her it looks like coincidence. But just in case--Sister Joan should be extra careful.

Then all six of Sister Joan's former classmates decide that a retreat is just what they need and they all descend upon the convent. Our dear sister is not sure that is going to be the great idea Mother Dorothy thinks it is. And she's right.  A few more deaths break up the peaceful retreat and Sister Joan finds herself next on the killer's list....

As with my previous read of a Sister Joan book, I found this to be an entertaining mystery with a bit more darkness than the usual cozy. This one is even darker (for me) than A Vow of Penance because of a particular thread that involves a subject I have difficulty with. The culprit wasn't quite as easy to spot this time, but even if I had, I definitely wouldn't have come up with the motive. There really weren't any clues that I noticed that would have given that away. ★★ and 3/4

First line: Sister Joan of the Order of the Daughters of Compassion sat demurely on the only hardbacked chair in the studio, sipping bitter lemon, watching the others gyrate in the center of the room, legs flashing, arms windmilling.

Last line: Later, she would talk to the others, do what she could to help [redacted], but for the moment she must go where her first fidelity was housed.
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Deaths = 7 (one fell from height; one hit by car; two poisoned; three throat cut)

The Final Ring

 The Final Ring (1978) by Marcia Blair (Marc Baker)

Tory Baxter is awakened by a phone call from her best friend and fellow nurse Peg Moore. After a bit of unintelligible mumbling, she manages one full sentence: "Oh, I don't think so." And then, "Two...Mailman...Bell...Our Favorite." Tory realizes that her friend, a diabetic, must be suffering from a diabetic reaction and tells her to hang up so Tory can summon help. She calls the house where Peg had been serving as a day nurse and instructs the housekeeper to get some sugar into the young woman at once. She then calls Dr. Clarkson, the doctor associated with the house as well as Peg's love interest. But they're too late. Peg dies as a result of a diabetic coma.

The longer Tory thinks about that last phone call the more certain she is that Tory was trying to tell her something important. The two young women were both mystery book fans and she's sure that there's a dying clue in there somewhere. Her friend, Lieutenant Thorpe, is just as sure that Tory is letting her imagination run away with her and that everything is just what it seems. But Tory insists that Peg was too aware of the dangers of her condition to have missed an insulin shot or not eaten enough. So, when Dr. Clarkson asks if she wants to take over the job at the Harrington house, she jumps at the chance. And when more "accidents" occur, Tory is sure that Peg's death is just one part of a nefarious plot. But whose plot? And to what purpose?

Mrs. Harrington, a beautiful woman married to a rich man who adores her, is the patient. She is suffering from a broken leg which occurred when her husband accidentally backed into her with the car. Or was it an accident? When Eve Harrington suffers from gastric distress that looks a lot like arsenical poisoning, Tory begins to wonder. And then Ethel, a nosy little maid, takes a deadly tumble down the staircase. Did Ethel see or hear too much? Tory needs to find out soon...or she may be next on the killer's list.

This is the first of Blair's Zebra Puzzler books to feature nurse Tory Baxter and her sparring partner Lieutenant Jay Thorpe. These Puzzlers offer up mysteries with visual clues--on the cover and in illustrations within the novel. The plot is a good one; better, I think, than the first of Blair's that I read two years ago (review HERE). There still aren't a lot of suspects running around (a definite weakness in Blair's plotting), but I do think there's more doubt about which way the suspicion should fall to become certainty. It isn't until the last clue given that I became sure. There's supposed to be one clue on the cover and four more inside, but I can only point to two of the five. And one of the illustrations is down-right misleading--what it depicts is contradicted throughout by what we're told and the contradiction doesn't figure in the explanation. 

A nice, quick read. Interesting plot and a good chance for the reader to figure out whodunnit (especially if you're better than I was at picking up the visual clues). Well worth the afternoon I spent on it. ★★★ and 1/2

A final note: I'm still not a fan of Tory's tendency to shout at Jay. It gets on my nerves. She's such a level-headed young woman in all other respects. The poor man doesn't even have to be irritating for her to shout at him. Not that he can't be irritating--he can. And is at times. If the shouting were limited to those times, that might be okay. But, geez, Tory, give it a rest, can't you?

First line: The ringing telephone threaded its way into Tory's nightmare.

My my mind's like a superlative wastebasket, filled with both trivia and unexpected valuables. (Sandy Brockman; p. 41)

Last line: They were still at it when the waiter brought the check.
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Deaths = 2 (one fell down stairs; one diabetic reaction)

The Curse of Braeburn Castle

 The Curse of Braeburn Castle (2019) by Karen Baugh Menuhin

It's Halloween in 1921. Major Heathcliff Lennox's friend Jonathan Swift has married, retired from official detective work, and now lives with his wife's family at Braeburn Castle on an island in Scotland. He decides to do a bit of renovation in the section of the castle that holds their living quarters and while doing so makes a discovery within the wall. Lennox receives a message that Swift has found a skeleton wearing a crown and the former inspector wants Lennox to come to Scotland to help investigate.. The discovery has attracted archaeologists (whom Swifts suspects are really treasure seekers) and the head and crown have gone missing. 

The inhabitants of the castle believe the skeleton to be Black Dougal (an ancient enemy to the Braeburns) and that it comes with a curse and ghosts--very appropriate to Halloween. At the very least it comes with murder--because one of the archaeologists is shoved off the battlements to his death. And then someone burns the only boat on the island. Why does the murderer want them trapped? And why was the archaeologist killed? Swift and Lennox investigate and it seems that they will need to dig into the curse (which is a secret held closely by the Laird of the castle) and the history of Black Dougal. Then a second murder takes place and while Lennox has a suspect in mind, it seems impossible that they could have committed the crime. When he figures out how the person could appear to be in two places at once, he's ready to help Swift capture the killer.

Very atmospheric--Menuhin captures the castle setting very nicely. You are very aware of how drafty, yet claustrophobic the place can be. She also gives us good descriptions of the inhabitants and the archaeologist. Well-drawn characters that are clearly defined and work well in the setting. The only one I'm not sold on is Miss Fairchild, a psychic/medium who makes a beeline for the castle as soon as the skeleton is found. She's a nice enough lady and all, but she really isn't necessary to the plot unless the point is to validate the ghosts and whatnot for the Halloween theme. But she's doesn't add anything plot-wise that couldn't have been covered just as well by other characters. The plot itself is well done and I appreciate the way Menuhin has taken a device that provided a solid alibi in a particular Agatha Christie novel and turned it on its head. Very nice! ★★★★

First line: "Are you absolutely certain he said skeleton?" I asked, with a degree of scepticism.

Last line: I picked the little cat up, dropped him gently into my jacket pocket, called my dog and headed off for a long walk in the peaceful countryside.
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Deaths = 5 (one war; one Spanish flu; one fell from height; one stabbed; one buried alive)

Panic in Paradise

 Panic in Paradise (1951) by Alan Amos (Kathleen Moore Knight)

Julian and Serena Cornish live in Casa Paraiso, between the Pacific coast of Panama and the jungle. They live with their children Brian (with wife Rita), Maura (with husband Pierce Harding), and Pam (as yet unmarried). Their home also lies near the area where the fabled and fabulous treasure of San Juan de Salud was said to be buried. In 1945, when a group of soldiers was stationed at Punta Paraiso, Julian was encouraged to tell the story of the treasure saved and buried by priests in the early days Panama. Tragedy struck when a few of the soldiers succumbed to gold fever and went searching. One soldier died and another, Willie Trout, went mad and was sent to the local military insane asylum. 

Now that the war is over, an ancient sketch is discovered at Casa Paraiso which may lead to the whereabouts of the treasure. The treasure was supposed to have been buried by the priests and marked with an altar of rocks which has since fell into serious disrepair. The placement of the stones supposedly indicated the exact location of the treasure. The sketch shows how the stones were originally placed and if the clues can be deciphered then perhaps the cache will finally be found.  

Brian Cornish wanted to start a search immediately, despite the rainy season although his father insists they wait. While they wait, newspaperman and friend of the family Watson "Wat" Gilday volunteers to do some research at the city museum to see how the sketch matches up to the information in the archives. Also at Casa Paraiso is Oliver Bradley, who had wooed Maura Cornish during his wartime service in Panama, coincidentally appearing after Wat had printed a story about the legend of the treasure. And of course, there is Barry Toland who regularly visits from the city to see Pam. Meanwhile, Willie Trout, has made his escape from the asylum and may also be in the area.

Events move swiftly once Wat declares his research intentions and he's found shot near his car on the road leading to the Cornish home. The ancient manuscript with the sketch is missing and then Barry, who discovered Wat's body, disappears as well. The finger of suspicion points first Barry (naturally, since he disappeared before the police could question him), but then events make it clear that Barry couldn't be responsible. So suspicion falls first one member of the Cornish household and then another until a final showdown with the killer on a night when Casa Paraiso is cut off from outside help. 

First of all, the set up of this book is very interesting. It is one of the earliest mysteries to provide multiple viewpoints. Each of our main characters give us information on the mystery in diary-like chapters which have been written at the behest of Serena Cornish. The story is framed with opening and ending entries from Julian, giving background info (at the beginning) and wrapping it all up at the end. Some of the chapters which are also direct responses to earlier chapters--for instance, Barry Toland's entry directly addresses Wat Gilday's portion--especially taking issue with Wat's passages about Barry. 

This is the first mystery I've read by Knight (under either her own name or a pseudonym) and I did enjoy the closed atmosphere. Even before they were cut off by the bridge going out, it felt very isolated at the house caught between the cliffs and the jungle. So the entire mystery feels very much like a closed-circle plot even though, in theory, anyone could have done the first of the murders and there might possibly be a madman (or two) hiding out in the jungle throughout. 

I do take exception to the blurb on the dustjacket--it makes it sound like Wat Gilday might be our amateur detective here, but that soon proves impossible when he is killed almost the minute he starts researching. And, actually, that's probably my main quibble with the story: there really isn't a detective, amateur or otherwise. Apparently, the only detective is the reader. Various characters do try to find things out and relate their findings in their diary entries, but there doesn't seem to be a concerted effort to get to the bottom of things. I'm not quite on the level of Hercule Poirot, but I do like a little more order and method in my detective novels. Good characters, good setting, and an interesting format go a long way in this one. ★★★ and 1/2 

First line: Now that it is all over, and life at Punta Paraiso has once more become orderly and secure, I have been looking over the great heap of papers which Serena put for safekeeping in the lower drawer of my desk.

Last line: I wouldn't swap that moment for all the gold of San Juan.
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Deaths = 4 (two fell from height; two shot)

Gently with the Innocents

 Gently with the Innocents (1970) by Alan Hunter

Adrian Peachment implores Inspector Gently to investigate the death of his uncle James Peachment. The elderly man's bruised and broken body was found  at the foot of the stairs of his 16th-century mansion. Lying beside him was a priceless gold coin. There had long been rumors that somewhere in the twisting passages and hidden rooms was a great treasure. There have also been rumors that the house is haunted. Now it looks like at least part of the rumors may have been true. The coroner brought in an open verdict--the death may well have been an accident. But Adrian is sure the local police suspect him and he can't blame them. After all, he is his uncle's sole heir. And--he's certain his uncle was murdered and he doesn't want to hang for a murder he didn't do.

Gently begins the investigation a bit reluctantly, but the more he questions Bressingham, a local antique dealer; Colkett,the grumpy owner of the warehouse next door' and the group of boys who liked to spy on "Peachy" and Colkett, the more he believes someone is guilty of cold-blooded murder. He's fairly certain the nephew really is innocent (though he's keeping an open mind) and Colkett becomes the chief suspect when Gently and the local constable realize he had a bird's eye view of Peachment's secret room. And when Colkett disappears, leaving a trail that leads to the pawning of another priceless coin, it looks very like they'll have their man once he's found.

But...then Colkett is found dead in same place and manner as Peachment. And Gently has to reorganize his theory....leading him to an unusually cruel and unexpected solution.*

Long ago and far away, I read two Inspector Gently books (Death on the Heath and Landed Gently) from our local library and immediately put him down on the TBF (To Be Found) list. Since then, I've picked up all sorts of titles (including those two--which if I ever get a moment I plan to revisit) and been fairly disappointed with those I've read. I kept wondering why I thought I needed more of Gently. Here is the answer. Here we have Gently detecting as I thought he ought to. The book has it all: a death with no motive (initially), hidden treasure, rumors of ghosts, historical context, several suspects (from the nephew to the antique dealer to the grumpy warehouse owner to others who suspected the man had gold), good atmosphere, and a chilling wrap-up. Definitely more in line with my previous impression of Hunter's detective novels. ★★★★

*Spoiler (use ROT13 to decode): Fb--juvyr vg vf puvyyvat gb guvax gung gur tebhc bs oblf pbhaq or fb pehry naq hasrryvat, V pbhyqa'g uryc ohg guvax bs gur Fgne Gerx Rcvfbqr "Zvev." Gurer gur tebhc bs Bayvrf nggnpx Xvex naq ner ernql gb xvyy uvz ol ornguvat uvz gb qrngu. Gur fprarf ner irel fvzvyne...gubhtu Xvex fheivirf naq Crnpuzrag naq Pbyxrgg qba'g.

First line: The telephone rang out in the hall and Gently looked up frowning.

Last line: Gently, who found them, received nothing, neither did Bressingham, who'd pointed the way, but the latter, in a moment of rashness, bought the Edward IV angel under the hammer.
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Deaths = two beaten & fell from height

The Rewind

 The Rewind (2022) by Allison Winn Scotch

Synopsis (from the back of the book): Two exes wake up together with wedding bands on their fingers--and no idea how they got there. They have just one New Year's Eve at the end of 1999 to figure it out in this big-hearted and nostalgic rom-com from New York Times bestselling author Allison Winn Scotch.

When college sweethearts Frankie and Ezra broke up before graduation, they vowed to never speak to each other again. Ten years later, on the eve of the new millennium, they find themselves back on their snowy, picturesque New England campus together for the first time for the wedding of mutual friends. Frankie's on the rise as a music manager for the hottest bands of the late '90s, and Ezra's ready to propose to his girlfriend after the wedding. Everything is going to plan--they just have to avoid the chasm of emotions brought up when they inevitably come face to face.

But when they wake up in bed next to each other the following morning with Ezra's grandmother's diamond on Frankie's finger, they have zero memory of how they got there--or about any of the events that transpired the night before. Now Frankie and Ezra have to put aside old grievances in order to figure out what happened, what didn't happen...and to ask themselves the most troubling question of all: what if they both got it wrong the first time around?

So....I picked this out because I needed a plot that took place in a single day for a reading challenge. And the synopsis sounded pretty interesting (especially in contrast to some of the others I investigated). But honestly, this really wasn't my kind of book. I thought that there might be a more intriguing answer to what happened on the night that Frankie and Ezra couldn't remember. But it just wasn't as exciting as I'd hoped for. And honestly, I really didn't care much whether they got back together or not. Their story didn't grab me and make me in any way invested in these people. At times, they annoyed me and I found it hard to believe the ending in the way it was handled. I will say SPOILER....

that I was glad to see Mimi (Ezra's current girlfriend) exit the stage. She was pretty manipulative and got Ezra into the relationship based on a lie--that did not go down well at all. 

If you like relationship stories that go from hate to love in a fairly quick, pretty unrealistic way...then this might be right up your alley. ★★

First line (Prologue): Frankie Harriman took a long last look in the mirror on the back of the bathroom door of her decently appointed hotel room.

First line (1st Chapter): Frankie awoke to a headache that felt akin to a leech sucking the blood straight from her spinal chord.

Last line: And then, in what felt like a small miracle given how far they'd come, he pressed PLAY.

The Talk Show Murders

 The Talk Show Murders (1982) by Steve Allen

This is the first mystery novel by Steve Allen who was a modern Renaissance man--comedia, author, song writer, father of the talk show, frequent game show panelist (especially on What's My Line?), variety show host and participant. Unlike later mysteries which feature Steve and his wife, Jayne Meadows, as the central amateur detectives, this one has Steve as a peripheral character, no Jayne, and the sleuth is a private investigator by the name of Roger Dale. Roger is a kind of modern Renaissance man himself--he knows a little about just about everything (and sometimes more than a little) and is willing to give lectures on any subject at the drop of a hat. Roger has also had a few spectacular cases that has made him appear as good as Sam Spade, and Nick Charles and all the rest.

When a rock star with a history with the ladies dies on Toni Tennille's talk show in front of a live studio audience. Roger Dale is a bit interested, but nobody comes knocking and offering him a fee to investigate so he's ready to move on with his life. But then Johnny Carson invites Roger and an FBI agent by the name of J. Duffy Griswold to come on his show and discuss the murder that has Hollywood talking and Roger must bone up on all the details to hold his own with the feds. Also in the line-up is Sonny Pearson, a singer being groomed to be the next Donny Osmond. Except Sonny isn't the clean-cut, boy next door. He also likes the ladies and he likes them on the young side. Or he did...because he is the next to die on live television. This time under the noses of two detectives.

That makes it personal for Roger. Just when Johnny had built him up as this super sleuth, a man falls dead right beside him on the stage. Now his reputation is on the line. And as more murders occur on other talk shows, it becomes imperative to catch the killer before he wipes out half of Hollywood.

The first Steve Allen mystery I read featured him a heck of a lot more than this one did. And I found it more enjoyable when Allen was actually putting his words into his own mouth. Roger is good, but so many of his lines sound more like Steve Allen. It also isn't difficult to figure out who the murderer is. After all, I don't think anybody is going to believe that Allen was going to pin the murder on any of those talk show hosts or actual celebrities of the late seventies/early eighties. That didn't really leave a lot of suspects hanging around. That doesn't mean I didn't enjoy the book--because I did. It was funny and nostalgic. I loved seeing all those talk show hosts from my younger years on the page. I'd forgotten that Toni Tennille had hosted a talk show (I only remembered the Captain & Tennille Variety Show). And the ending was great--all the suspects (and all the talk show hosts) gathered on the Merv Griffin Show for a wrap-up scene that would do Hercule Poirot proud. Roger doesn't quite accuse everyone in turn, but he does point the finger in a few directions before culprit is finally identified and caught. Light entertainment, but well worth it. ★★★

First line (sortof Preface): I sit in the hot, carcinogenic southern California sunshine, beside my swimming pool on a low hillside in the Royal Oaks section of Los Angeles, from which I can easily overlook the mortgage.

First line (1st Chapter): The arrival of young Elmo Fensetter was in some respects, like that of an Arab prince.

Whenever Roger wished to concentrate on a case he had a blowup [of a psychological form] made and kept it where he could see it constantly so that his subconscious--which he firmly believed to be smarter than he was--could be constantly fed with data and whir away upon it while his conscious mind met everyday demands. (p. 46)

Last line: After all, after a climax like that, what do you do for an encore?
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Deaths =  5 (three poisoned; two stabbed)

Murder Among Friends

 Murder Among Friends (1942) by Lange Lewis (Jane de Lange Lewis)

Kathryn "Kate" Farr returns to the coeducational college where just a few years ago she was a student. She has come to replace the medical school dean's secretary, Garnet Dillon, who left most abruptly, leaving a very short note behind. Kate is told by the Dean that she will find the work of an academic secretary to be different from that of the business office. There will be far less dictation and far more phone calls. Far more interaction with all sorts--from professors to students to other staff. And "all sorts of odd jobs. Odd, odd jobs..." But even that warning couldn't prepare her for the oddest job of all...discovering the body of her predecessor in the school's morgue. 

When her old friend, medical student John Greenwood, takes her on a tour of medical building they visit the labs and wander the corridors containing the professors' offices. They end the tour at the morgue where he introduces her Mr. Griswold ("Grizz"), the man in charge, and she sees a body on a table. She feels a bit out of sorts and looks away to see another body. A body of a young woman who seems to match the description of Garnet Dillon. 

Lt. Richard Tuck is an old friend of Dean Ulysses Calder and so the dean call on Tuck to come and look into things. When Tuck realizes that the woman's purse is missing, he begins to wonder if she was the latest victim of Black Overcoat, a psychotic killer who has already claimed five victims using a different murder method each time. He seems to have a preference for weapons--knives and bludgeons of all sorts, but this time the victim has been poisoned. Poisoned with digitalis, a drug that would be well-known to a school full of medical students and professors. So maybe this murder is more personal. Or maybe Black Overcoat originates from the college and had to get rid of Garnet for safety's sake. Only time and a thorough investigation will tell.

I seem to be the outlier among my friends in the Golden Age blogging world. Brad, Kate, John,  Moira, & the Puzzle Doctor all seem more excited about this one than I am. Than I should be--after all, this is one of those academic mysteries that I love. And I did enjoy that aspect of it. In fact, I actually enjoyed the book right up to the very end. I can't tell you straight up why the ending bothers me so much without spoiling things. If you really want to know, I'm going to code it all up in ROT13 and you can copy and paste in the link and decode it. 

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V ubarfgyl guvax V jbhyq unir orra zber fngvfsvrq jvgu gur raqvat vs gur "juvgr fyht," Flqarl Ivarf, jbhyq unir jbhaq hc orvat abg bayl Tnearg'f xvyyre, ohg Oynpx Birepbng nf jryy. Vg frrzf n ovg qvfratrahbhf gb unir Oynpx Birepbng pnfg nf fhpu na rabezbhf erq ureevat.

But--that quibble about the ending aside, I do like Lewis's way with characterization. She makes these quirky academics come to life and I can see the university setting and types very vividly. Kate is ideal for our point of view character (especially for me since I, too, am a support staff member). She gives us the outsider's evaluation of the cast of suspects. And, since she wasn't on the spot when Garnet was killed, we feel like we can trust her to give us the truth--as far as she knows it.

The Birthday Murder remains my favorite by Lewis, but this one would have given it a better run for its money if the ending had been more satisfying to this reader. Based on my fellow GAD bloggers' reactions, your mileage may vary. ★★★ and 1/2

First line: Walking again down University Avenue was like being a ghost.

Detective Richard Tuck sat and listened. While he followed perfectly the minutest ramifications of Gufferty's main thesis, and while a certain corner of his mind absently noted nine errors in grammar ranging from a mild one of a split infinitive to some staggering confusions of tense, his large deliberate hand drew doodles on a scratch pad. (p. 33)

That's sunny Southern California for you, she thought. The February night goes right through you and comes out the other side, but your breathe doesn't freeze. It must be by special arrangement with the Chamber of Commerce. (p. 92)

Last line: Then she walked quickly toward his room.
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Deaths = 5 (two hit; two natural; one poisoned--others unnamed)

The Strange Case of Eliza Doolittle

 The Strange Case of the Eliza Doolittle (2021) by Timothy Miller

Synopsis (from the back of the book): Sherlock Holmes has retired to the Sussex countryside...that is, until a most formidable puzzle is dropped upon his doorstep by a certain Colonel Pickering.

One Miss Eliza Doolittle, once nothing more than a cockney guttersnipe, has been transformed into a proper lady of London--perhaps even a duchess?--as if overnight. When Colonel Pickering recovered from a bout of malaria, he was astounded by the woman before him. Is it possible this transformation is due to nothing more than elocution lessons and some splendid new hats? Or has Professor Henry Higgins surreptitiously traded one girl for another? And for God's sake, why?

As the case unfolds, Holmes and Watson find themselves in ever stranger territory. Who are the four identical "Freddies" pursuing Miss Doolittle? What part do the respected Dr. Jekyll and his malevolent associate, Mr. Hyde, long thought dead, have to play in this caper? And who the devil is the devilish Baron von Stettin?

So--why mess about with one author's characters when you can mess about with three? So, we have Holmes and Watson taking up a case that not only brings in characters from My Fair Lady but also shadows of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. Oh, goody! How much damage can we do in 248 pages to other people's characters since we don't really want to develop main characters of our own? Well...quite a bit, actually.

First of all--Holmes and Watson. They aren't really. Holmes doesn't really sound like Holmes even if he does spout standard Holmes phrases (The game's afoot! Do you have your service revolver? Good old, Watson! etc.). And Watson has been turned into a sort of grown version of a Baker Street Irregular with Holmes ordering him to follow people and whatnot. If Holmes were truly Holmes, I can't imagine how the incoherent babblings of Pickering would have interested him so greatly that he would abandon his bees in Sussex and go back to London to investigate the mysterious transformation of Eliza Doolittle. Especially considering the list of cases he's turned down since retirement--according to Watson. Pickering's story makes very little sense as he tells it and not one phrase stands out to me as something that would pique Holmes' interest.

Then we have Henry Higgins and Eliza Doolittle. George Bernard Shaw through the lens of the 1964 film has been done a great disservice. Eliza bears little resemblance to the original in either form. The only time she's "delightful" (as she is often described) is when she is under the influence of Dr. Guest, which isn't necessarily a good thing. And, finally, there is the way we shoe-horn the Jekyll/Hyde story into the whole thing. I can't say more about that without spoiling the story--and, judging by the ratings on Goodreads--there's a possibility that some of you will enjoy this WAY more than me (lots of people did and apparently think the depictions herein are just dandy). So, I won't spoil it for you. As for me, not a huge fan.

Oh--and lest I forget--suddenly, at the end of the story, our logical Mr. Holmes seems ready to follow in his creator's footsteps (Doyle) and wants Watson to join him in investigating the supernatural and what lies "behind the veil." Seriously? 🙄 Not my favorite Holmes pastiche by a long shot. ★ and 1/2

First line: I have perhaps left the impression among my readers (such stalwarts as remain) that when Sherlock Holmes retired to his villa in Sussex to pursue his avocation as a beekeeper, his extraordinary career as the world's first consulting detective came to a lamentable end.

Last line: There is only one mystery left to explore, and as always, Holmes is one step ahead of me.
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Deaths = 4 (three hanged; one beaten)

The Silver Peril

 The Silver Peril (1931) by Maryse Rutledge

Britton (apt name, that) of the British Secret Service takes on evil mad scientist bent on destroying the civilized world.

My reviewer's work is done. Short and to the point. What's that? You want more? Are you sure? Well, okay...here's what we have from the dustjacket: No one knew where Torad, the mad pilot, would strike next, but it was up to Britton of Scotland Yard [though he's explicitly identified as a "secret agent"] to stop him.

The Silver Peril, a glistening gray helicopter, rose and descended vertically like a hummingbird with its pilot fantastically garbed in silvery coat and helmet. It showered destruction on the streets of Bucharest, killing and maiming hundreds.

the As de Couer, a dingy cafe on the the Rue des Vertus in the blackest part of the Montmartre, headquarters for le Rouge's Apache gang--knife men--supplied Britton with his first clue. A moment later he found himself allied with those from whom he had most to fear, battling for his life in a fierce struggle against ruthless Apaches.

A story of mystery and intrigue; of love and adventure; of the activities of Scotland Yard, and Torad, the wizard of science who, wreaking vengeance for personal sufferings, discovers himself vulnerable to the charms of an American Girl.

So...Britton is asked by his chief to discover where Monsieur Michel (a person of interest) is getting his money. Coincidentally while dining with his girl (or, rather the young woman he has hopes of being his girl), he spots Michel with another person of interest, de Raskoff (an infamous scientist). The Service has yet to prove anything against either one of them. And it's Britton's job to try and rectify that. His assignment will test himself and the girl he cares for to the limit.

According to the same dustjacket this is "Maryse Rutledge at her best!" Hmmm. If this is her best, I'm not sure I want to see what else she did. It's supposed to be a "story of gripping adventure and mystery in the air," but, I'm afraid, I wasn't gripped at all. It was a quite standard, evil-madman-wants-to-destroy-civilization-because-reasons story. Britton is a fairly likeable chap, but I have to say that I don't care much for Jane, he hoped-to-be girlfriend. I mean, here they are at dinner and she realizes that the two men across the way are of interest to Britton (professionally) and she practically shouts in the restaurant how exciting it all is and, wow it's not everyday I'm with a secret agent! 

***************SPOILER!! I'm not recommending this book, but if you do happen across it and decide to give it a look then you might not want to read further....

So....at the end of the book she supposedly is all in for Britton. And, apparently, cared for him all along. As Nero Wolfe would say, "Pfui." She certainly doesn't act like it. She treats him appallingly throughout the early chapters. She nearly reveals who he is to the bad guys. And then falls under "Torad's" spell. Even at the end after she's supposedly let him know how she really feels with a look (while under Torad's watchful eye), she still comments to Britton (as noted in the last line below), "But--he was rather grand, you know--" If I'm Britton (and thank goodness, I'm not), I'm not trusting Jane an inch. What happens when the next "rather grand," mesmerizing bad guy saunters along?

I like Britton (except for his fascination with Jane) and he might make a good investigator in a case that focused on him and left out the love interest. So, all stars for him. ★★

First line: You know everyone in London.

Last line: "But--he was rather grand, you know--" 
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Deaths (named--hundreds unnamed): 3 (one fell from height; two blown up)

The Book of Killowen (spoilerish)

 The Book of Killowen (2013) by Erin Hart

The fourth book in the Nora Gavin series finds Nora and Cormac Maguire back in Ireland after Nora returned to the United States to try and finally bring her sister's murderer to justice. This time they are drawn into forensic case that combines the discovery of an ancient "bog man" with a modern-day murder. 

An excavator digging in the peat bog near Tipperary, discovers a sunken car. When the peaty turf is removed from the boot (trunk), it reveals the remains of a ninth century (or thereabouts) man. Nora, Cormac, and Niall Dawson, all experts in archaeology and pathology, are called in by Detective Stella Cusack and the local authorities to examine the remains. But the real question is how did a ninth century man wind up in the boot of a modern day vehicle? 

As Nora begins her examination of the body in situ, she realizes that there are one too many feet. There's another body underneath the bog man--and it winds up being Benedict Kavanaugh, a well-known philosopher and TV personality who has been missing for a few months. Why are the two bodies together? What was Kavanaugh doing in the area? And why didn't anyone see him and/or come forward when appeals were made at the time of his disappearance? All trails seem to lead to Killowen, a local artist's colony. Kavanaugh's wife and her "assistant" often stayed there. All of the inhabitants seem to be a bit skittish on the subject of Kavanaugh. And...once upon a time the philosopher that Kavanaugh was most interested in stayed at a local monastery. Nora, Cormac, and Stella Cusack find themselves in the middle of a mystery with ties to blackmail, treasure trove, secret identities, and ancient heresy. The past and present mingle and it's sometimes difficult to discern how much the past has influenced the murder of Kavanaugh. And why does the killer seem to be able to anticipate their every move?

---Spoiler ahead!!!---

I thoroughly enjoyed Hart's Haunted Ground, the debut novel in this series. I found her combination historical/modern mystery very intriguing and well done. The second novel, Lake of Sorrows, wasn't quite as captivating and I never could bring myself to read False Mermaid (which tells the story of of bringing Nora's sister's killer to justice). The blurb on that one indicates that once again the more recent murder had ties to a more historical one in Ireland and I just couldn't see how that would work. I was glad to see that Nora and Cormac were back at work in Ireland for this one. The tie-up between the ancient philosopher's murder and Kavanaugh's made sense and, for the most part, the mystery works well. The characterization is strong and vibrant--even more so than the debut novel. And it was interesting to meet the various inhabitants of the artist's colony. But.... (here's where the spoilery bit comes in)

I was disappointed that there was more than one killer involved. Generally speaking, I like there to be plenty of motives to go around so the reader has to sift the evidence and figure out which one is the one that pushed someone to kill. Nearly everyone at the colony has a skeleton in their closet which gives us a nice set of suspects to think about. But it makes things a bit too murky when there are several murderers to go along with the several motives. If it weren't for that little quibble, I'd give this a full four-star rating for sure. ★★★ and 3/4

First line (Prologue): The oak wood was still.

First line (1st Chapter): Kevin grasped the twin joysticks and thrust the right one forward, feeling the fierce hydraulic power in the arm of his backhoe.

Stella was fond of books. She liked holding them, savoring their inky, wood-pulp smell. She especially loved wasting a whole weekend whenever she could manage it, holed up with a glass of wine and a juicy potboiler. (p. 164)

Blackmail, if that was Claffey's game, was like playing with a serpent: in order to profit, you had to get close enough to risk a deadly bite. (p. 170)

Last line: She leaned forward and laid her head on his shoulder, and he could feel her heart beating, through solid flesh, in quiet double rhythm with his own.
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Deaths: 6 (one stabbed; one smothered; one hit on head; one fell from height; one poisoned; one suicide)