Vintage Mystery Scavenger Hunt Item: Building other than a house
James Hilton is one of those writers who frequently ends up only being well known for one thing they did and in his case it is his novel Goodbye Mr Chips (1934), which has been dramatized quite a few times since in film and on TV. Was it Murder? (1931) is Hilton’s only mystery novel and was published under the penname of Glen Trevor. Like Goodbye Mr Chips this story has a mostly school setting. It begins with Colin Revell, an Oxford graduate who makes his money through article writing, whilst working on his epic satire written in iambic pentameter. At his time at Oxford he also showed some skill in resolving the odd mystery or two and it is because of that, that the headmaster of his old boarding school Oakington, has written to him to visit the school for the weekend. The headmaster wishes him to look into a death which occurred 3 months ago of a pupil called Robert Marshall. Robert died when a gas fitting fell on top of him whilst he was asleep in his dormitory. Except from getting a bit of local colour about the residents of the school there doesn’t seem to be much of a case, except for the odd behaviour of the headmaster. It was odd that Revell was even called in, but it is even odder when the next day the headmaster changes his mind and doesn’t think Robert’s death is anything but an accident.
Yet 6 months later Revell is back at the school when Robert’s older brother Wilbraham is found dead in the school swimming pool. It is assumed that he dived into the pool late at night, unaware it had been emptied for cleaning. This time around for Revell at least there seems to be a much clearer case of foul play. There is also the perfect suspect, Mr Ellington, a house master at the school, who was also the cousin of the orphaned and well off brothers. But without any real physical evidence the case seems to be another dead end for Revell. That is until Guthrie from Scotland Yard arrives on the scene… This is definitely a case which rests more on what people say than on physical clues, though Revell’s prolonged stay at the school does lead to certain suspicious facts coming out, ranging from a connection between the headmaster and Ellington to a supposed confederate holding back important information. A further tragedy seems to close the case, but Revell remains uncertain and as the book progresses, whilst the reader probably guesses the culprit early on, Revell suffice to say remains in the dark until very near the end.
As you can probably tell from the hints above this was not the strongest of mysteries. Whilst the school milieu is second to none, the mystery aspect of the plot was decidedly found wanting. Due to the nature of the investigation e.g. Revell picking up impressions of the residents of the school, as opposed to tangible evidence, the pace did begin to suffer after the first third of the book, though the injection of Guthrie into the story did help. Revell himself is also not the most satisfying of sleuths, ranging from the lovesick swain in regards to Ellington’s wife, to acting about as sensibly as a HIBK heroine. Equally Revell is a bit of Philip Trent (E. C. Bentley’s fictional amateur sleuth) and it is easy to tell when he starts veering off on the wrong track. Also like Trent, Revell’s romantic dilemmas do become a bit nauseating at times and at the end certainly raise a few questions concerning his motives. The final nail in the coffin, for me anyways, was at the conclusion of the novel when Revell does a Miss Pym (a Josephine Tey amateur sleuth who gets on my wick), running away from pain and leaping into a comfort zone which can sweep away Revell’s mental and emotional conflict. Additionally, a further characterisation problem for me was that one of the most interesting characters in the book, a school master and WW1 veteran, Max Lambourne, doesn’t appear in the story as much as I would have liked. He is probably the most complex character in the book, as well as the most amusing and it was interesting to see the different ways various people saw him, as Lambourne was definitely someone to whom a mask or persona was an essential coping mechanism.
Finally as I not so subtly mentioned earlier the guilty party is quite easy to spot, partially due to the small cast of suspects, but also because of the direction the plot takes. Revell is no Christie, which is a shame as some misdirection would have benefitted the plot no end. The final solution still has a few surprises, though one of them seems completely pointless to me, but on the whole isn’t that hard to figure out. An unsurprising consequence of the lack of physical clues in the case is that the final solution rests a lot on the confession of the criminal, something I think always tends to make a solution less satisfying.
So in a nutshell I don’t think I would really recommend this mystery unless you really love school based mysteries. It starts out well and has a great setup but the investigation format, the pace of narrative and the final solution were not as good as they needed to be. It seems Sergio, who writes the blog Tipping My Fedora had similar issues with the book (giving it an even lower rating than I did).