Anton
Roothaert was a Dutch lawyer, writer and a pesky gadfly of the
Roman Catholic Church, who agitated against "the suffocating
influence" of the Catholic Church in the southern provinces of
the Netherlands, best remembered today for his streekromans
(regional novels) about a clumsy veterinarian from Brabant, Dr.
Vlimmen – who appeared in a trilogy of novels. More importantly,
Roothaert produced half-a-dozen mystery novels and a stage-play.
The first four novels,
Spionage in het veldleger (Espionage in the Field Army,
1933), Onbekende dader (Unknown Culprit, 1933), Chinese
handwassing (Chinese Handwashing, 1934) and Onrust op
Raubrakken (Unrest at Raubrakken, 1935), were written
during the Golden Decade of the genre's Golden Age. Nearly two
decades later, De wenteltrap (The Spiral Staircase,
1949) and Een avondje in Muscadin (An Evening in Muscadin,
1952; co-written with J. Romijn) were published. These two
short-lived flings as a mystery novelist was punctuated with
Gevaarlijk speelgoed (Dangerous Toys, 1954). A play
that reportedly has never been performed on stage.
After all the Danish,
French and Japanese mystery reviews, I wanted to return to a Golden
Age period detective novel from my own country and began sifting
through Roothaert's work.
This turned up two
titles, Unknown Culprit and Unrest at Raubrakken, which
appeared to adhere to the traditions of their Anglo counterparts and
settled on the most traditional-looking of the two, but the story
turned out to be more in line with the work of French mystery writers
from the early 1930s – such as Gaston
Boca, Pierre
Véry and Noël
Vindry. Going by the French-speaking characters in the book, I
assume Roothaert was proficient in French. So it's not entirely
impossible that he was not only aware of these early French mystery
writers, but might have even been influenced by them.
Unrest at Raubrakken
is Roothaert's fourth published mystery novel and has messy, loosely
told first half, which was obviously done to cover-up a massive
coincidence needed to bring two different sets of characters
together.
During the opening
chapters, the reader is introduced to small, shady group of people
who had to scramble in a hurry to escape from the Belgian gendarme.
One of them is a 19-year-old woman, Annebet van Asseldonck, whose
older brother, Loe, is part of the gang, but she had no idea what
they were up to in that blacked-out room in the house they had
rented. One day, Loe told her she had five minutes to pack and not to
leave a scrap of evidence, because they were going to the
Netherlands, but, in the pell-mell, they got separated and she was
left behind with the crusty Dekema and amorously-minded Maurice –
which made her think "she was surrendered to the Turks."
So she gave them the slip and took along a mysterious briefcase.
A midnight game of
hide-and-seek in a dark, damp forest brings a cold, hungry and
exhausted Annebet to an old country estate, the Raubrakken, on the
border with Belgium.
The place is the property
of Jan-Karei van Neeritter Eckberts, lord of the manor, but "never
a drop of blue blood" was spilled in his bloodline. Jan-Karei
is not your typical country gentleman. He's a young, 25-year-old man
who prefers to spend the entire day in bed reading hefty tomes on
(criminal) psychology, which made me suspect he was going to be the
detective of the story. Jan-Karei made some Sherlock Holmes-like
deductions in the beginning and even helped capturing one of the gang
members.
Maurice turned up at
Raubrakken, out of nowhere, under a false name and attempted to scam
15,000 guldens from Jan-Karei, which is close to 145,000 euros in
today's money. Or nearly 165,000 dollars for you Americans. But he
astutely spotted the flaw in a falsified document.
However, the detectives
turned out to be two policemen, Inspector Piron and Deputy-Inspector
Fluyt, of the Centrale Opsporingsdienst (Central
Investigations), who can get to work when the book finally begins to
resemble a proper detective story – which is somewhere around the
halfway mark. Maurice makes a spectacular escape from his prison
cell. Jan-Karei receives a warning letter requesting the return of a
wallet and a bullet is fired through the window of his library when
he was having guests. And the next day, the library becomes the scene
of a seemingly impossible murder!
First of all, I swear I
had absolutely no idea Unrest at Raubrakken was going to turn
into a full-fledged impossible crime story towards the end. I was
completely taken by surprise, but oh boy, what an impossible crime!
One of Jan-Karei's
house-guests is a Dutch-American retiree, Mr. Weider, who's sitting
in an armchair in the library when a shot was fired through the
broken window, but the shooter outside had to be trapped, because
every exit was either blocked, locked or under observation. Piron and
Fluyt were two of the eye-witnesses who swear the shooter could have
escaped without either being captured or seen. So how did the
murderer manage to "immediately vanish like a ghost" after
firing the kill shot?
I unreasonably love this
trick! An open-air locked room with an explanation reminiscent of
John
Rhode, which cleverly reinvented an old idea, but what made me
love it is how incredibly Dutch it was. On top of that, the shooting
is expertly hitched to a very nifty alibi-trick.
Unfortunately, the
elaborate trick and impossible murder are the only really good
aspects of the story and plot. The story telling is everything but
smooth. The characterization is paper-thin even by my standards. The
murderer stood out like a sore thumb and clueing was kept at a
minimum, while Piron limited his detective work to uttering cryptic
remarks and finding those few clues needed to reconstruct the
murderer's trick. A very good trick, but was it enough to save an
otherwise mediocre mystery novel? Well... sort of.
All things considered,
Unrest at Raubrakken should have been a resounding
disappointment, but the unexpected, surprisingly good and typically
Dutch locked room-trick was, as we call it over here, a goedmakertje
(a small compensation) – which makes it impossible for me to hate
this book. What can I say? Sometimes, I'm very easy to please. This
is one those times.
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