I tried this writer a couple of years ago, but unfortunately it was not love at first sight. The Trouble in Hunter Ward (1976) is not a book I’d recommend rushing out to buy any time at all, let alone soon. I think it probably has the lowest or one of the lowest ratings I have ever given a book on the blog. However, time has passed and occasionally I have noted other bloggers’ more positive reviews of Bell’s work, making me wonder whether I just tried the wrong book first. But it was finding a reasonably priced copy in a charity shop of this book which convinced to take the plunge and give Bell another go.
Terry Brynes is stuck on a train to waterloo, the thick yellow fog requiring the train to travel slowly and stop frequently. During the journey the fog parts for a short time, revealing a row of houses and a woman in a window. She is frantically trying to open a window, in extreme terror. Before the fog obliterates Terry’s view, the shadow of another figure is shown behind her, as she crashes to the floor. Terry and the readers fear the worst. It is from this slim starting point that our mystery is begun as other than Scotland Yard making a note of what Terry has seen, not much more can happen until the following February when some builders make the grisly discovery of some human bones on the roof of a house near the train line. This leads to the uncovering of a mysterious lodger who sold “cat” meat and of a woman who is concerned for her friend who has stopped responding to her letters. The husband of the missing friend soon becomes a prime suspect in this peculiar cold case, yet Dr Wintringham, our amateur sleuth is not convinced…
Thankfully this was a much better read by Bell than my last one. It’s not top drawer but is certainly very readable. The opening of the book will feel reminiscent of Christie’s more famous novel, 4:50 from Paddington, though of course Christie’s novel is the later publication. Moreover, keen readers of the British Library Crime Classics series will also see some similarities between this story and Anthony Rolls’ Scarweather. However this does not mean the solution follows this pattern, as Bell goes off in her own direction. Bell tackles the difficulties of how to make a cold case interesting well, as the opening chapters have different characters encountering varying pieces of the puzzle. The case feels like it is going to go one way, up until the appearance of Dr Wintringham, who of course believes the husband to be innocent. It interests me how much more readily we believe the ideas or hunches of amateur sleuths or private investigators, more than we do policemen’s. I’m sure that is not the case in real life, but in fiction it might be that we are more used to the police being wrong, a tradition begun from detective fiction’s infancy. This makes sense in a way as if the police in fiction were super-efficient and effective and always right, there would be little need for amateur sleuths or private investigators. However I digress.
I think the only thing which prevented this book from being a really good read is the solution, as for me it required just a few too many coincidences and although there are clues to point in this direction, I think they are a little too tenuous to be satisfying. However, I do think this book has shown me that perhaps Bell is better appreciated for her earlier work and I may well give some of these titles a try in the future.
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