Wells may not have written many novels, in fact she only wrote three other mystery novels: Murderer’s Choice (1943), Sin of Angels (1948) and The Night of May Third (1956), but she did in my opinion know how to write memorably. I first came across Wells last year when Bev at My Reader’s Block reviewed Wells’ second mystery and it was this review which put today’s read on my radar. Incidentally John at Pretty Sinister has also reviewed Wells’ second novel as well, so plenty of different opinions on Wells to go at.
The story begins with psychiatrist, Dr Hillis Owen, not being keen on taking up a new patient called Doris Meredith. She has recently been acquitted of her husband’s murder, yet she is confused over whether she did the deed or not, her mind having two versions of events. A part of her need to know one way or another is because of her young daughter, as she wishes to know if she is fit to be a parent. The sessions which follow mostly take place off the page, except the final one, which is important in more ways than one. Unable to reveal any suppressed memories, Owen discharges his patient, yet his assistant and office nurse, Grace Pomeroy, urges him to resolve the mystery by investigating the original murder. Whilst Owen leaps into this decision head first, influenced by his growing love for Meredith, an additional difficulty comes when Meredith’s in-laws want to legally adopt her daughter. Unsurprisingly Owen’s resurrection of the case, aided by Pomeroy, stirs up a lot of trouble, not only for the mistress of Meredith’s spouse, but for everyone else involved: placing Meredith and Owen in danger especially.
As I said earlier Wells certainly knows how to write memorable plots. Now on the surface what I’ve shared about the plot may not seem so extraordinary, but for me this is a plot with many narrative strands and two of these at the mid-way point are complete game changers, raising up the tension and excitement levels with some unexpected but fitting twists. Suffice to say my reading speed certainly cranked up a few notches. There are quite few different characters investigating this case in different ways, but in the main our attention focuses on Owen and Pomeroy. Whilst Owen is no Perry Mason, Pomeroy does have a slight Della Street feel to her at the start of the novel and I enjoyed how she was the initial driving force for the amateur sleuthing. I equally enjoyed how these two are not from the “Great Detective” tradition. They are first timers, so indeed make novice mistakes, perhaps not playing their hands as well as they could do when it comes to tackling suspects.
All in all right up until the end this was a difficult book to fault. There was so much for me to love. The plot developments certainly won many brownie points and the characters really drew me in. Yet again, as with Conyth Little’s The Black Express (1945), a hasty rushed ending mars the conclusion, which is always more upsetting because the rest of the book was so brilliant. Wells unfortunately comes across ham-fisted in the way she resolves the mid-way twists and whilst the culprit was a surprise, it was a dissatisfying one. The ending had all the bad elements of a thriller and Owen keeps far too much information up his sleeve. So in a way I don’t know whether to recommend this book or not. Do I wish other readers to have their hopes sufficiently raised only to have them crushed by a less than ideal ending? Copies are not too ridiculously priced, but I would probably recommend trying Murderer’s Choice, which based on the reviews I’ve read might be the stronger of the two.
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