"The most creative people have this childlike facility to play."- John Cleese
Last Friday,
Sergio from Tipping My Fedora
posted a glowing review of He
Who Whispers (1946), which came out on top of a John Dickson Carr poll
that was held on his blog in late 2014 and the results were very interesting.
The internet
has done its fair share in bringing about a Renaissance
Era of Detective Fiction, giving (secondhand) book dealers and independent
publishers an open market place, which made hoarding Golden Age mystery writers
as easy as pulling a coin from a child's ear. Once popular writers that were
relegated to obscurity are being discovered and appreciated again by a whole
new crop of readers. John Dickson Carr is one of the mystery writers who
benefited from this, as nearly all of his novels are easy to come by today, but
this seems to have resulted in a reassessment of what readers consider to be
Carr's best work – swapping The Hollow Man (1935), The Peacock
Feather Murders (1937) and The Crooked Hinge (1938) for He Who
Whispers, She
Died a Lady (1943) and Till Death Do Us Part (1944).
Only The
Judas Window (1938), published as if by "Carter Dickson," seems to be
as popular as ever, which made me wonder: would the story stand up to
re-reading? The short, easy answer is: yes. But that would make for a rather
short review.
The Judas
Window is, unusually for Carr, structured as a
courtroom drama with the scowling, Churchillian figure of Sir Henry Merrivale
acting for the defense at the Old Bailey in a murder trial. James "Jim" Caplon
Answell stands accused of the murder of his future father-in-law, Mr. Avory
Hume, who could've only been killed by Answell – despite a clear lack of
motive. They were the only occupants of Hume's practically bare and
hermitically sealed study. A solid, wooden oak door, bolted from the inside,
fits tightly in its frame and the windows were latched and covered with steel, burglarproof
shutters. The decanter of the doctored whiskey, which made Answell pass out,
has been replaced and Hume lays sprawled on the ground – a trophy arrow
wrenched from the wall protruding from his chest.
Nobody
believes in Answell's innocence. Nobody, except for Merrivale, his unshakable
believe in the "blinkin' awful cussedness of things in general" and
knowledge of the existence of a Judas window. And with that, Carr did what he
did best and spun something perfectly sinister around something innocuous and
everyday as an unseen opening.
A Judas window
is a window in a cell door to the see the prisoner, but H.M. points out there
are more of them, "you've got a Judas window in your own room at home;
there's one in this room, and there's one in every courtroom in the Old Bailey.
The trouble is that so few people ever notice it," which is why H.M. so
strenuously objected to the study being described as "sealed." H.M.
assured that the door/windows were really "tight and solid and bolted"
and "nobody monkeyed with a fastening to lock or unlock either," which
was the same for the walls – bare of any crevices or rat-holes. A tough nut to
crack and it's an impossible situation begging for a mind bending simple
explanation, which (IMO) is a challenge that was met. It was simple and
original, but without reducing the sinister aspect of the titular window. This
alone will secure it as a favorite among locked room enthusiasts for many
decades to come.
The other part
that probably made this book an endearing to JDC fans is Merrivale's one-off
appearance as a barrister, which was the first time in fifteen years and there was
(of course!) some commotion the last time he appeared in court – addressing the
jury indiscreetly with, "well, my fatheads." H.M. is prone to theatrics
(e.g. The Gilded Man (1942) and The Skeleton in the Clock, 1948),
but is more contained here and pounds the enigmatic facts of a perfectly sealed
room that wasn't sealed, a missing piece of goose feather from an arrow, golf suits
and inkpads, and compiling a "Time-Table for Archers" – while witnesses
who were milling in-and around of the house take their seat in the witness
boxes. Slowly, but surely, Merrivale peels away the many layers of confusion wrapped
around Hume's murder and the Old Man's performance at the Old Bailey would've
gotten the slow-clap from Perry
Mason, John
J. Malone and Francis
Pettigrew after concluding the evidence for the defense with "Bah!"
If there's
anything to be said against The Judas Window, it's that H.M. takes his
sweet time to arrive at the final conclusion and that made it, at times, feel a
tad bit padded. Alex Atkinson spoofed this wonderfully in "Chapter the Last:
Merriman Explains," from Murder Impossible: An Extravaganza of Miraculous
Murders, Fantastic Felonies and Incredible Criminals (1990), but I only
mention this to proof I can be critical of Carr. The Judas Window stood
more than up to re-reading.
Terrific review TC and I agree completely with you - if He Who Whispers, She Died a Lady and Till Death Do Us Part are the new favourites, the Judas Window truly deserves its place as that unchanging evergreen, that book that is just as good as everybody says it - feels good just typing that!
ReplyDeleteWell... what else did you expect from the greatest mystery writer who ever lived?
DeleteI have put Dickson on my BOLO list of authors I have overlooked but must now read. I hope I can soon find a copy of The Judas Window. Thanks! (BTW, your blog and your postings continue to fascinate me. Bravo!)
ReplyDeleteYou've got a lot to catch up with! I'm glad the blog is helpful in fattening up your BOLO list.
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