11/11/20

Checkmate to Murder (1944) by E.C.R. Lorac

Edith Rivett was a British detective novelist who wrote more than 70 mysteries under two different pseudonyms, "Carol Carnac" and "E.C.R. Lorac," which can best be categorized as John Rhode-like "humdrum" novels reminiscent of Ngaio Marsh, but my limited experience with Lorac has been spotty – mostly pedestrian and forgettable. So why pick such an uneven, second-string writer on the heels of several underwhelming detective novels?

British Library Crime Classics has reissued seven of her novels over the past two, or three, years and their latest reprint, Checkmate to Murder (1944), sounded too good to ignore. I'm glad to report it's the best Lorac I've read so far.

This brand new edition is subtitled "A Second World War Mystery" and Martin Edwards wrote in his introduction that the book is a fascinating account of "a domestic crime committed at a time of national crisis." Lorac certainly exploited the blacked-out London setting backdrop better here than in Murder by Matchlight (1945) and more memorable than the depiction of post-war Britain in Fire in the Thatch (1946), which are two of her best known mysteries. But barely remember either. Something that's less likely to happen with Checkmate to Murder.

Checkmate to Murder largely takes place in, and around, the large, grimy and beetle-infested Hampstead studio of a little-known painter, Bruce Manaton, who shares the place with his fastidious and artistic sister, Rosanne – who had been badly hit by the war. And now they were constantly swinging back and forth between being broke and absolutely broke. Story opens on a cold, foggy winter evening in January and five people were gathered in that grimy, dimly lit studio. An obscure actor, André Delaunier, who sits on a model's platform garbed in a scarlet robe and a broad-rimmed Cardinal's hat. Opposite the sitter, Manaton is furiously attacking a canvas with a piece of charcoal and occasionally utterers orders at Delaunier ("Chin up, chin up—to the right a little"). On the other end of the studio, two men were playing an absorbing game of chess under a single light bulb. Robert Cavenish is an elderly, highly respected Civil Servant and the younger Ian Mackellon is "a first-class chemist" in government employ. Rosanne is preparing supper in the kitchen and occasionally pops her head around the door.

A quiet, peaceful evening in Bohemian squalor rudely disturbed when a Special Constable bursts into the studio with a limping Canadian soldier in tow. Neil Folliner is the grand-nephew of the Manaton's misery landlord, Albert Folliner, who's "a nasty old skinflint" and was either as poor as a church mouse or hoarded money.

Albert Folliner lived alone in a largely empty house, using his bedroom as a living room, which is where his grand-nephew found his body with a bullet in his head. An empty cash-box and pistol lay on the floor. Only a few seconds after discovering the body, a Special Constable enters the bedroom and chases the soldier who he saw making a bee-line to the studio "as though for a deliberate reason." So the situation looks very dire for the young soldier, but Detective Chief Inspector Robert Macdonald takes nothing for granted.

Macdonald is not the most distinguished, or colorful, of the Golden Age inspectors, but always thought their quietly competent, purely professional and dogged police work should be seen as a payoff for the lack of a personality, eccentricities or (God forbid) a private life – ensuring there are no outside distractions. Macdonald focus here is entirely on the case as he reduces the number of suspects to half-a-dozen, inquires into the previous tenants of the studio and asks what role the Special Constable had to play in the murder or why he looked so frightened. All the while, the grimness of the war hangs heavily over the story like a dark black-out curtain!

The introduction notes Checkmate to Murder takes place during "a period of British history when blackouts, fire-watching, and air raid precautions were an everyday fact of life" and "black-out regulations were a nightmare" to Rosanne, but her brother was always forgetting them and "the probability of being fined always hung over their heads." She unwittingly robbed herself of an alibi when she went outside to inspect the black-out curtains, but the whole district is dotted with derelict, or bombed-out, buildings awaiting demolition and it's mentioned that a lot of capital is tied-up in it now that the war has brought everything to a grinding halt. So this gives everyone a one-size fits-all motive to shoot the old man, because they all could use a bit of money. Lorac also showed how the war impacted people in much smaller ways. Such as how Rosanne had treasured, "like fine gold," some China tea against an emergency for months and a colleague of Macdonald had to feed a hungry witness.

There are, however, some smudges on the plot that held it back a little. Firstly, it's not difficult to figure out who did it and how. Secondly, the problem of the cast-iron alibis is acknowledged, but never explored, or discussed, as usually the case with alibi-breakers (see Christopher Bush) and can understand why Lorac danced around this issue – because a discussion would have lead to an obvious question. A question that would have given the whole game away. So if you can figure what question to ask and answer it, you'll have no problem identifying the murderer. Lastly, Lorac demonstrated her status as a second-stringer by giving the motive a personal dimension. An unnecessary, last-minute addition that actually cheapened the solution. Checkmate to Murder had worked towards the solution by showing how hard life had become during the war, "what with taxation and cost of living," which made the cash-box a perfectly acceptable motive. And fitted the overall theme of the story. So no idea why Lorac decided to add an ulterior layer to the motive.

Nevertheless, Checkmate to Murder is mostly a solid, well written and competently plotted detective novel with some finely drawn characters, an excellently realized backdrop and some good ideas (like the alibi-trick). Not everything is perfectly executed, but it's her best novel to date and comparable to some of Marsh's better efforts, e.g. Death in a White Tie (1938) and Overture to Death (1939). So recommended to readers who previously didn't have much luck with Lorac or with a special interest World War II period British mystery novels.

4 comments:

  1. Good to see that there is at least one book by Lorac that plot and puzzle lovers can be enthusiastic about. Having read and liked one book by her, The Striped Suit-case, for its setting and characterization, I had been somewhat surprised and saddened by the very notable and repeatedly stated disappointment by those who put more weight on plot and puzzle than I do.

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    1. Rope's End, Rogue's End is one of Lorac's few locked room mysteries, but only remember liking it without recalling any of the details. There was something about an unsafe roof, but other than that, I've no recollection of the plot. So make of that what you will. I've seen people rate Bats in the Belfry very highly.

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  2. Though I own several of the Lorac and Carnac books this is the only one I've read from start to finish. The plot was not what makes it a success for me and I never wrote it up on my blog because I wasn't really impressed with the book as a whole. Really it was the blackout rituals and wartime practices that held my interest and got me to finish it. If not THE best, it's certainly one of the best mystery novels about wartime featuring these practices.

    I completely commiserate with Christophe on his last sentence. The older I get the more I am drawn not so much to a baffling or intricate plot as I am engrossed by engaging characters, unusual settings, and the plethora of tidbits and arcane information that I call "Things I Learned" in my all too infrequent posts on detective novels these days.

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    1. I'm sure this is one Lorac's top 5, or even top 3, detective novels, but as a World War II mystery, it's up against some stiff competition. Christianna Brand's Green for Danger, Carter Dickson's Nine-and Death Makes Ten, Franklyn Pell's Hangman's Hill, Rex Stout's Not Quite Dead Enough and Christopher Bush's war triology. But it could still crack the top 10 on the strength of its depiction of life under wartime conditions.

      "I am engrossed by engaging characters, unusual settings, and the plethora of tidbits and arcane information that I call "Things I Learned" in my all too infrequent posts on detective novels these days."

      I'm with you when it comes to unusual settings, historical tidbits and arcane knowledge, but I also find ideas fascinating and how they're used to create/solve seemingly insoluble problems. Or how different writers toy with the same ideas/problems with different or surprisingly similar results and then there those odd cases of parallel thinking. Such as John Russell Fearn's The Tattoo Murders and Akimitsu Takagi's The Tattoo Murder Case, which were written around the same time and both concern a father who tattooed his daughters. They turned out to be two very different stories, but it fascinates me how an English and Japanese mystery writer had the same idea around roughly the same time. What about Gerald Verner, an admirer of Carr, who wrote several novels that read like proto-Paul Halter mysteries with some uncanny similarities to such novels as The Madman's Room and The Vampire Tree. So unless Halter was aware of Verner's novels (unlikely?), it perhaps suggests Carr fans think alike. Fearn also has a proto-Halter novel to his credit.

      So that's what attracts me to the intricate, puzzle-oriented detective stories and why character-driven mysteries have to be really good to draw me in.

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