The Methods of Sergeant Cluff

 The Methods of Sergeant Cluff (1961) by Gil North (Geoffrey Horne)

Sergeant Cluff has a murder on his hands. It's the murder of a young woman and the obvious suspect is the young man who has been dangling after her. The girl had more money and better clothes than her job at the local pharmacy would allow and everyone assumed that she was making money at night. In the ways that ladies of the night might make such money. And everyone in town assumes that the lovelorn young man couldn't stand what she was doing and didn't respond well to her rebuffs. Well, neither I nor Sergeant Cluff were ready to believe the obvious. I went looking for clues. I'm not sure what Cluff was looking for. He wasn't all that communicative. You see...

One of Sgt. Cluff's methods seems to be to keep the identity of the victim a secret (from the reader, anyway) as long as possible. I love it when the story starts with a bang--murder up front and we're off and running on the investigation. So...we get that. But do we get to know who she is? Nope. Cluff knows, but he's not telling (and won't let his inspector tell us either). [And--just so you know--the library thoughtlessly plastered their barcode sticker over the part of the blurb where I think the name is revealed. So, having bought this at the library used book shop, I'm in darkness until somebody decides to mention the girl's name.] Ah...finally...she has a name! But not until Cluff had wandered all over town.

"She's--" Mole started to say, opening the handbag.

"I know who she is," Cluff stopped him.

Mole pushed the envelope he was pulling out back in the bag. "Of course," he said bitterly. "I was forgetting. You were born and bred in these parts. You know everybody."

Other methods seemed to include elliptical conversations with all the people he meets. Conversations where the eavesdropper (that would be the reader) feels like they have poor reception on a cell phone and are missing half or more of the conversation. Most of his "interviews" don't seem to make sense. I didn't see the ending coming and I honestly don't know how anyone could. Cluff didn't even figure it out...he only knows the final solution because he played eavesdropper outside a door and overheard the murderer confess. 

To say that I'm underwhelmed with Sergeant Cluff would be an understatement. To say that I have another of the Cluff books on the TBR pile and I'm not at all sure I want to read it would very accurate. This one, however, is going out the door--re-donated to the Friends of the Library Bookstore. Maybe somebody else will appreciate Sergeant Cluff more than me. ★★ and I think I may be a bit generous.

First line: The constable watched him swing across the deserted High Street, from the corner by the church.

More than facts was in question here, the intangible, invisible passions of human beings. Facts could have one meaning to Mole, another to Barker, still another to Cluff. It wasn't facts that mattered, but what lay behind the facts.

Last line: He added, before he was too far away for Barker to hear, "Where's the Sergeant got to, anyway?"
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Deaths = two hit on head

Treasure of Hemlock Mountain

 Treasure of Hemlock Mountain (1961) by Virginia Frances Voight

Charlene Fairhill is hoping to break into singing showbiz. She's just made friends with local boy turned singing idol, Dan Harris, and she hopes his connections will help her launch her own singing career. But her family has other plans...her father needs to go away for a rest, so she and her father  are headed to the lonely Maine cabin that used to belong to her uncle (and now belongs to her father). She'll be gone the whole summer. And so much can happen in a summer. 

There's a rumor that a lost cave of amethysts is on the land that used Bill Fairhill. Maybe she'll find buried treasure. There's also various boys vying for her attention--reliable Peter--her constant escort; Dan the handsome singer; and Eric the new young man she meets on Hemlock mountain. Maybe she'll find true love. And, of course, there's Dan's band and the promise of an audition with his manager. Maybe she'll find her career. Or maybe she'll find out that there's even more on offer. Charlene has a summer of mystery and adventure ahead--all leading to a lonely night spent lost on the mountain and a surprise she could never have dreamed up.

This is the type of story I might have enjoyed more when I was a teenager myself. At this point in life, I would have liked the mystery side of things to have a bit more meat to it. It's a pretty straight-forward treasure hunt with a side of coming-of-age for Charlene. An easy, fast read that was enjoyable enough, but not one that I see myself ever revisiting. ★★★

First line: Charlene Fairhill's escort to the June younger members' dance at the country club was Peter Kenn, not an exciting datec for Peter and she had grown up together like close cousins.

Last line: Suddenly she felt she couldn't wait for the next door to open.
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Deaths = one accident

Dead Man's Mirror

 Dead Man's Mirror (Murder in the Mews; 1937) by Agatha Christie

Short collection of three novellas--one of many variations of US editions of the original collection, Murder in the Mews. We see various themes which Christie liked to use in her stories--from the clues that Poirot finds important that Riddle, Japp, and other officials tend to brush off or overlook--to the beautiful woman as victim (in the vein of Evil Under the Sun or Death on the Nile). Christie is still the master of misdirection and it's easy to look where she wants you to look rather than at the genuine clues. ★★★★

"Dead Man's Mirror": Poirot is summoned by Gervase Chevenix-Gore to come and help him with a delicate family matter. But there is no time for the men to meet because just after Poirot arrives at Hamborough Close, his host's body is discovered in the body. On the face of it, it is suicide--doors and window locked, the gun just below the man's hand, and a note with the word "Sorry." Poirot, however, believes the room tells a different story and works to prove that murder has occurred. As he tells Major Riddle, the Chief Constable, everything depends on the mirror....

"Murder in the Mews": A second locked room mystery in this collection. Mrs. Allen, a young widow, is found shot to death in her locked sitting/bedroom in the flat she shares with a friend. The gun is in her hand--but again, suicide is impossible. The gun is in her right hand--she was shot in the left temple. Though the gun is in her hand, it wasn't gripped firmly enough to produce fingerprints. And then there's the cigarettes and the enamel from a man's cufflink. Japp sees murder and thinks he's got his man. But Poirot sees other clues that point in a different direction...

"Triangle at Rhodes": While vacationing at Rhodes during the slow season, Poirot becomes involved in 
a murder resulting from a love triangle that seems to focus on Valentine Chantray--a beautiful young woman who attracts young men like bees to flowers. When Valentine is poisoned in an apparent murder gone wrong, Poirot reveals that everyone has been looking a the wrong triangle...

1st line (first story): The flat was a modern one.

Last line (last story): "She chose--to remain..."
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Deaths = 7 (four natural; two shot; one poisoned)

The 1961 Club

 

From April 13-19th, April of Kaggy's Bookish Rambles and Simon at Stuck in a Book are sponsoring a read/blog-athon featuring books published in 1961. All you have to do is read at least one book from 1961 and post about it--that's it.

Here are the unread 1961 books on my TBR mountain range--we'll see what takes my fancy next week.

The Delights of Detection by Jacques Barzun

The Body in the Dumb River by George Bellairs

A House Possessed by Charity Blackstock

The Demoniacs by John Dickson Carr

Death in Cold Print by John Creasey

The Scene of the Crime by John Creasey

My Brother's Killer by Dominic Devine

Bachelors Get Lonely by A. A. Fair

Shills Can't Cash Chips by A. A. Fair

After the Verdict by Anthony Gilbert

Experiment in Terror by The Gordons

12 Stories for Late at Night as edited by Alfred Hitchcock

Footsteps in the Night by Dolores Hitchens

Marry in Haste by Jane Aiken Hodge

The Mysterious Code by Kathryn Kenny

Six Black Camels by Edwin Lanham

Banking on Death by Emma Lathen

Inspector Imanishi Investigates by Seicho Matsumoto

The Methods of Sergeant Cluff by Gil North (4/13/26)

The First Body by Laurence Payne

Murder Clear, Track Fast by Judson Phillips

The Lady in Cement by Anthony Rome

Requiem for a Schoolgirl by Ivan T. Ross

The Man Who Looked Death in the Eye by Hampton Stone

The Chinese Nail Murders by Robert Van Gulik

The Red Pavilion by Robert Van Gulik

Treasure of Hemlock Mountain by Virginia Frances Voight (4/11/26)

Faculty of Murder by June Wright

Hercule Poirot & the Greenshore Folly

 Hercule Poirot & the Greenshore Folly (2013) by Agatha Christie
(Originally written in 1954)

Mrs. Ariadne Oliver has been asked to devise a Murder Hunt for a village fete being held on the grounds of Sir George and Lady Stubbs. But as she works to put together an interesting little puzzle for the villagers, she gets the sense that something is not right and she calls upon her friend Hercule Poirot to come and check out the situation. He, too, finds discrepancies in the behavior of those staying/living at the Stubbs home. But neither of them thought that the Girl Guide who had volunteered to play the murder victim in the fete game would wind up fulfilling the part of a real corpse. Then Lady Stubbs disappears. But Poirot and the local police inspector have no success in tracking down the corpse or finding the missing woman. It isn't until another death occurs and Mrs. Oliver makes a chance remark that Poirot finally begins to see a pattern that leads him to the solution.

Greenshore Folly is a novella originally written in 1954 with the intention of donating it as a church fundraiser. But Christie decided to hold on to it and develop it further--turning it into Dead Man's Folly (published in 1954). All of the bones are there, but the full novel fleshes out characters and relationships far more than Christie was able to do in the shorter work. It was interesting to look at the story in its initial form and to see how Christie filled it in to create a full-fledge novel. Not quite as engaging as the later work, but a fine first draft. ★★★

First line: It was Miss Lemon, Poirot's efficient secretary, who took the telephone call.

Last line: "There are some things that one has to face quite alone..."
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Deaths = 5 (two strangled; one drowned; one natural; one in war)

Harriet Farewell

 Harriet Farewell (1975) by Margaret Erskine (Doris Margaret Weatherby Williams)

Inspector Septimus Finch is on loan to the Ilverstoke Division. He's not expecting much in his line (homicide); the Superintendent has assured him that "financial chicanery is our usual fare." But he's not there long before the much younger, third wife of Theodore Buckler (the patriarch of the wealthiest family in Ilverstoke) is shot and killed during a Guy Fawkes celebration on the Buckler estate. Consuelo Buckler wasn't much loved by anyone in the family except Theodore. Her stepsons and their wives all despise her and  took exception to her sly, interfering ways. Harriet Buckler, especially hated her.

Harriet has just recently been released from an institution after a mental breakdown brought on by her responsibility for her and Miles Buckler's young son. The incident brought on amnesia and she seemed to be fairly calm and reasonably well when released--other than her inability to remember anything of the car accident that resulted in "Bunny's" death. That is until Consuelo started a campaign to make her remember. And when Miles mentions that his revolver is missing just hours before Consuelo is found dead near the lake, Harriet is the obvious suspect. It doesn't help that she has disappeared--as if she's avoiding capture. 

But there is more going on in Ilverstoke than just the death of Consuelo. There is a missing French artist and a stolen ivory art piece from the Buckler collection. And not long after Harriet was sent away to the institution, Miles' and her home was burned down. Finch suspects a connection, though it will take some time to work out the pattern. Unfortunately, more deaths will occur before he puts the final piece in the puzzle. 

This was the first Erskine mystery I ever came across and was the reason I put her on my To Be Found list. I first read Harriet Farewell in the early 90s--long before blogging was a thing for me. I decided it was time to revisit the story and see how it holds up. The mystery plot itself is pretty solid. Though not a Golden Age book, it does follow GAD standards for clue dropping and puzzle points. It could use a few more credible suspects, though. Erskine tries to spread suspicion among all the Bucklers, but doesn't really accomplish that goal. We've got, at most, three good suspects--with a bit more effort we could have had six (which is the number I think she was shooting for). But it was a good bit of entertainment and made for a fast-paced read. And it was a definite pleasure getting reacquainted with Inspector Finch. ★★★  and 1/2

First line: Emma, the youngest of Theodore Buckler's three daughters-in-law, came hurrying through the woods, scuffling up the gold-brown leaves as she walked.

Last line: "I'd say it was more educational," Finch assured her solemnly.
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Deaths = 7 (one auto accident; one shot; two natural; two hit on head; one crushed by tree)

GAD Mystery Word of the Day: Intriguante

My new bookish meme for 2026: the Golden Age of Detection (GAD) Mystery Word of the Day. Whenever I find a word that I'm unfamiliar with--or shall we say not absolutely confident I know the exact meaning of, I'm going to actually take time to look it up and share it with mystery-lovers everywhere. 😊

Today's GAD Mystery Word of the Day: Intriguante (French noun) A female schemer or a woman who engages in plotting

To my mind Consuelo was a born intriguante. Nor are her actions all of a piece. (Harriet Farewell ~Margaret Erskine)

 

Murder on the Thirty-First Floor (Spoilerific)

 Murder on the Thirty-First Floor (1964) by Per Wahlöö

We open with a bomb threat delivered to an unnamed authoritarian nation's sole publishing conglomerate. It accuses the company of murder and says that the bomb has been set to go off at a certain time as retribution for the murder. Chief Inspector Jensen is assigned to the case--his initial goal is to convince the Director that the building must be cleared...against protests of how much money will be lost in the time the presses aren't running. He succeeds...mostly. Everyone is evacuated except for the mysterious "Special Department" on the thirty-first floor. Fortunately, the time for the bomb to go off comes and passes and nothing happens. But the conglomerate's officials insist that the police--Jensen--must find the person who sent the threat. The Chief of Police tells Jensen that this is his case and he must find the culprit within one week or.... (or what is never made quite clear--what is clear is that there will be Consequences with a capital "C")

What follows is pure police procedural with Jensen looking for those who may have some sort of grudge against the conglomerate or those in charge of the publishing concern. He works his way slowly through all who have left the company (whether voluntarily or not...) until he's able to pinpoint the culprit. Who has one final surprise for the company.

Here Be Spoilers! I can't talk about the book as I'd like to without spoiling what mystery there is....read further only if you have read this previously or don't mind knowing a great deal about what happens.

So...Wahlöö's novel is more dystopian future than it is mystery. It has more kinship with Orwell's 1984 and Bradbury's Farenheit 451 than it does with Sherlock Holmes or Wahlöö's joint-efforts with Maj Sjöwall in the Martin Beck series. Oh, there is a mystery--who is behind the bomb scare and why? And Chief Inspector Jensen does discover the answer to that. And there is murder--of a sort, as the culprit tells Jensen in their interview:

Do you understand the implications of what I have just said? This was murder, an intellectual, murder far more loathsome and distasteful than physical murder. The murder of innumerable ideas, the murder of opinions, of freedom of speech. Premeditated first-degree murder of them all, to give people guaranteed peace of mid, to make them disposed to swallow uncritically all the tripe that's stuffed into them. Do you see, to spread indifference without opposition, forcibly injecting poison after first making sure  there is neither doctor nor serum available.

The murder of free thought, of the right to question, of the possibility of a difference of opinion and the means to argue for it. Wahlöö builds his world upon the idea that television started this unnamed country on this path to anti-intellectualism; that the government built upon the "tripe" being doled out on television to water down everything from newspapers to magazines to sports events. I wonder what he would make of the world today and the effects of social media?

As social commentary, this is excellent. Wahlöö builds his dystopian world well. Those of us familiar with Orwell and Bradbury recognize the warnings well. The characters that people the novel are nearly all nameless, fairly interchangeable cogs. The only one who has a name is our protagonist, Jensen. The publishing conglomerate has no name. The men and women who work for (or who previously worked for) the company have no names--only positions. Jensen's superior officer is known only as the Chief of Police. His subordinates are merely Civil Patrol officers. We have a definite sense that the individual is not important. Jensen's chronic stomach issue seems to me to be indicative of the underlying discontent of this "perfect society." Other pointers are the uptick in drunkenness and suicides (that, in this world are never labeled as such--accidents, that's what they are, accidents).

There are two things that bother me about this story. First, just before Jensen confronts him at the end our culprit has sent another message with a bomb threat. We're left hanging as to whether it's real this time or not. Jensen who is monitoring things from the police station by radio and wonders in the last line whether the explosion, should it come, would be audible to him. (Although Jensen's reactions right before that last line seem to indicate that he believes it's real this time...) And, connected to the first, if the bomb is real, then there will be murder. Because once again the thirty-first floor is not evacuated which means that all the critical thinkers and intelligent writers who are secluded there will be blown up. This is dissatisfying in and of itself, but I'm also disconcerted by the fact that the one who is protesting the intellectual murder, the suppression of the writing of those critical, intelligent men and women would be ultimately responsible for their physical deaths. Of course, the conglomerate would also be guilty since they did not evacuate those people, but I'm not quite sure what Wahlöö's intent is by making the culprit and the conglomerate equal partners in any responsibility for deaths. And, it seems to me even though Wahlöö doesn't make it explicit, that Jensen would also have blood on his hands since he doesn't insist that his men see that those on the thirty-first floor are evacuated as well.

One other random thought--what was the deal with the badger and the Director there at the end? Did the badger bite him? Was the Director seriously injured? Or was the badger more symbolic? I'm just not sure what to do with the badger.

I'm not quite sure where I stand on rating this one. The social commentary is excellent and the writing style, setting, and characters all work well to underline the themes. But as a mystery I find it lacking. Despite the discovery of the culprit, there is no real resolution. Yes, the man is captured but we don't know how much he is responsible for--we don't know the extent of his crimes and that is unsatisfying. I'm also not satisfied with Jensen as our detective. I'm more in favor of a detective who wants justice to be done and I'm not sure Jensen is on the side of the angels. He may be following the strict justice of his society, but if the bomb is real he's definitely not blameless. I guess I'm going to go with ★★★

First line: The alarm was given at exactly 1.02 p.m.

Last line: He sat quite still and wondered whether the explosion would be audible so far away as this.

GAD Mystery Word of the Day: Carilaginous Fish

 

My new bookish meme for 2026: the Golden Age of Detection (GAD) Mystery Word of the Day. Whenever I find a word that I'm unfamiliar with--or shall we say not absolutely confident I know the exact meaning of, I'm going to actually take time to look it up and share it with mystery-lovers everywhere. 😊

Today's GAD Mystery Word of the Day: Cartilaginous Fish (noun): fish that have skeletons made of cartilage, not bone, unlike most other fish.

What they do, these fraudulent artisans, is they obtain some species of cartilaginous fish and manipulate it by hand before treating it chemically so it eventually resembles some manner of mythological beast. (from the GAD-style mystery The Murder Wheel by Tom Mead)

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....]

Destination Unknown

 Destination Unknown (aka So Many Steps to Death; 1955) by Agatha Christie

Destination Unknown is one of Agatha Christie's non-series books. As seems to be usual for her stand-alone books, this is a foray into spy/thriller territory. This time we have scientists and chemists and medical researchers disappearing at an alarming rate. In the Cold-War-Era climate, this is particularly disturbing and England's secret service becomes especially interested when a young scientist by the name of Thomas Betterton vanishes. They suspect that his wife knows where to find him even though she does quite a good job of portraying the wife at her wit's end. When she suddenly decides to leave England for her health on "doctor's orders" they decide to keep close tabs on her.  Then her plane crashes and she isn't expected to live.

Enter Hilary Craven. Hilary's husband has deserted her for another woman and her daughter has just died from a long illness. She thinks that taking a trip will somehow change her life. But when she arrives in Morocco she finds that what she has been trying to run away from is herself...and you can't do that. Thinking that she has nothing left to live for, she goes from pharmacy to pharmacy gathering enough sleeping pills to end her life. But Hilary has caught the eye of one of the secret service men...or rather her red hair has. And he offers her a bargain...take an assignment that means almost certain death (and which might just get her interested in living again) rather than taking pills which may not be as pleasant a way out as she anticipates.

What is wanted is for Hilary to take the place of Mrs. Thomas Betterton and her particular shade of red hair makes her the perfect candidate. The scientist's wife is definitely not going to survive her injuries and Hilary is to take on her persona. If anyone contacts her about joining her husband, she is to follow along and lead the agents to where the scientists have been taken. It will be dangerous and she's going to have to be letter-perfect in her role. Will she do it?  Hilary decides she will.  Off towards a destination unknown.

Generally speaking, I haven't been as big a fan of Christie's stand-alone novels as I am of Poirot and Miss Marple and Tommy & Tuppence. The one big exception is And Then There Were None (aka Ten Little Indians, etc), which I think is absolutely awesome. But this one is pretty darn good. Christie loves to take the standard of various plots in the mystery/detective world and give them her own little twist. Here she does it with the "scientists defecting to the other side" motif. Only....are they? Or, rather, are they going where they think they are and for the purpose that they believe in? That's the real question.

Hilary Craven is a very intelligent and likeable character. It is easy to see why she might have been full of despair, but being the type of woman she is, it's also easy to see why she would take up the challenge offered her by Jessop. It's not that she despises life in general--she just wants a reason for living. As she says to herself when contemplating suicide:

The reality of herself and what she could bear, and what she could not bear. One could bear things, Hilary thought, so long as there was a reason for bearing them. (p. 31)

And Jessop provides that for her. The plot--her taking on another woman's persona, especially with such a short time to learn her part--may be a bit shaky, but it's got enough grounding to make the reader willing to believe it. There are other interesting characters--including Jessop; Andrew Peters, a young American scientist; and Mrs. Calvin Baker, an American tourist who's not quite what she seems. Mrs. Baker may not be on the side of the angels, but I did enjoy the persona she embodied. A fun and quick read. ★★★★

First line: The man behind the desk moved a heavy glass paperweight four inches to the right. [sound a bit like Poirot, needing things positioned just so]

W: Nobody's so gullible as scientists. All the phony mediums say so.  Can't quite see why.

J: Oh, yes, it would be so. They think they know, you see. That's always dangerous.

~Wharton; Jessop (p. 3)

"I'm handicapped," said the man behind the desk bitterly. "I never believe anybody." ~Jessop (p. 5)

I don't go in for being sorry for people. For one thing it's insulting. One is only sorry for people if they are sorry for themselves. Self-pity is the biggest stumbling block in our world today.

~Jessop (p. 53)

E: When one has at last reached freedom, can one even contemplate going back?

HC: But if it is not possible to go back, or to choose to go back, then it is not freedom!

~Ericsson; Hilary Craven (p. 120-1)

Last line: "You Frenchmen are so well-read," said Jessop.
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Deaths = one natural; one plane crash; one poisoned

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