"It really is more natural to believe a preternatural story, that deals with things we don’t understand, than a natural story that contradicts things we do understand."- Father Brown (G.K. Chesterton's "The Curse of the Golden Cross," collected in The Incredulity of Father Brown, 1926)
Last
week, there was a sudden avalanche of reviews of the work of one of
the greatest mystery writers who ever lived, John
Dickson Carr, who mastered the art of crafting seemingly
impossible crimes and was one of the pioneers of the historical
detective story – which is an often overlooked achievement of his.
The
titles under examination were It
Walks by Night (1930), The
Plague Court Murders (1934), The
Unicorn Murders (1935), The
Burning Court (1937), The
Emperor's Snuff-Box (1942) and The
Gilded Man (1942). A nice little sampling from Carr's
early-and mid period, which were his Golden Years, but the sample was
not entirely representative of this period, because none of my fellow
reviewers had picked a Dr. Gideon Fell novel to discuss. So this gave
me the excuse needed to ignore my semi-sentient TBR-pile and return
to a fan-favorite from the Dr. Fell series.
He
Who Whispers (1946) is considered by many fans as one of Carr's
masterpieces and some even think the book is superior to the other
monumental title from the same series, The Hollow Man (1935),
which earned its reputation as a classic for its expert handling of a
complex, overly ingenious plot – preventing the ending from
becoming a cluttered, tangled mess. You can say that the book, while
being somewhat artificial, is the fantastic done right.
But
what readers seem to admire about He Who Whispers is the
delightful simplicity of the well-clued plot and the tense, but
understated, atmosphere of the story. And the human element at the
heart of the book that turned a sordid, slap-dash crime into "a
miracle in spite of itself" and ruined a second cleverly
planned, near perfect murder. So the book is a treat for fans of the
Golden Age (locked room) mysteries, but I'm getting ahead of myself
again.
He
Who Whispers begins when the London-based Murder Club reconvenes
for the first time since the outbreak of World War II. However, the
first peace-time gathering of the club can hardly be described as a
success, because only three people turn up and two of them aren't
even members.
One
of the two guests is a distinguished historian, Miles Hammond, who
received an invitation to attend from Dr. Fell and the second guest
is a woman, Barbara Morell, who notices that the whole club has, sort
of, disappeared – all except for the scheduled speaker of the
evening. Professor Rigaud of French Literature was supposed to talk
about the Brooke case, in which he was personally involved, but now
has to tell his remarkable story to an audience of two. But what a
story!
The
professor's story takes place in 1939, in the small French town of
Chartres, where the largest leather manufacturing company was owned
by an Englishman, Mr. Howard Brooke, who lived a quiet, harmonious
family life with his wife and son, Harry. A peaceful life that was
uprooted when his secretary, alarmed by the looming war, returned to
England and her replacement, Fay Seton, irrevocably changed their
lives. Harry becomes infatuated with Fay and convinces her to marry
him, but the engagement is followed by a malicious whisper campaign
and a string of anonymous letters addressed to her future
father-in-law. As a consequence, the locals have thrown stones at
her, convinced that she's a "drainer of bodies" and "killer of souls," but Mr. Brooke has come to see her as
an immoral woman and is determined to buy her off – which ends with
his inexplicable death at the top of an old ruined tower.
Mr.
Brooke asked Fay to meet him at the top of Henri Quatre's tower,
standing on the bank of a river, which has been reduced by time and
conflicts to a crumbling, "stone shell" with a staircase
leading to a flat roof. There was a family picnicking on the grounds
below, who swear nobody else climbed the tower, while the unobserved,
river-side part of the structure is forty feet high. And as "smooth
as a wet fish." Only someone with the power of levitation could
have approached Mr. Brooke, stabbed him with his own sword-stick,
vanish again without being seen by the people on the ground. So the
local police, unable to come up with an alternative explanation,
shelved the case as a suicide.
However,
that's not the end of Fay Seton's tragic story. On the day following
the professor's curious tale at the Murder Club, she turns up on
Hammond's doorstep as the trained librarian he had requested to help
him catalog his late uncle's extensive book collection. Admittedly,
this coincidence is the only aspect of the story that feels strained
and unnatural, but Carr tried to make this plot-shift look as
plausible as possible. Once you get pass this point, the story
becomes it old brilliant self again.
Seton
is a genuine tragic character, one of those pitiful souls who are
born into an endless night, with misery dogging every step they take
in life. So the rumors, of her being a vampire, come back to life
when Hammond's sister, Marion, is nearly frightened to death.
Apparently, someone, or something, floated in front of her bedroom
window and whispered to her. Similar to how the vampire, in folklore, "whispered softly" in order to throw "the victim into
a trance." Only reason Marion lived to tell about it is because
she took a shot at the entity.
So
there you have the double-pronged problem facing Dr. Fell: a
seemingly impossible stabbing on top of crumbling castle tower in
pre-war France and an attempted murder in the present by trying to
scare someone to death. Only link between the two cases is the
presence of Fay Seton.
Dr.
Fell's unraveling of all of these plot-threads demonstrates why his
creator was the undisputed master of the impossible crime story, but
one of the two things that really impressed me this (second) time
around were the crisp clues – which helped me fill in the details
about the explanation time had obliterated from my memory. I simply
marveled at how Carr was capable of hiding the rather obvious
murderer and at the same time dangle this person in front of your
eyes.
The
other part that impressed me was the simplistic, but depressingly
human, truth that lay behind the murder of Mr. Brooke in France.
There are no gimmicks or cheap, shop-worn magic tricks, but a
combination of all the good and bad aspects one finds in humanity.
And in this particular case, it resulted in a seemingly impossible
murder. Once Dr. Fell reconstructed everything that occurred on the
top of that ruined tower, you feel like you just returned from a
funeral.
The
depressing ending doesn't do much to lighten the dark, tragic mood,
but not every story needs a happy ending and this is one of them.
In
summation, He Who Whispers can be considered as one of Carr's
half dozen, or so, masterpieces, which has everything from a
well-worked out solution, splendid clueing and superb
characterization to actual tension and a grim, foreboding atmosphere
– that was, at times, beautifully understated. One of the best
titles from the post-WWII years of the Golden Age.