Showing posts with label H.C. Bailey. Show all posts
Showing posts with label H.C. Bailey. Show all posts

5/27/25

The Garston Murder Case (1930) by H.C. Bailey

H.C. Bailey was part of the first badge of British Golden Age mystery writers who made his name during the 1920s with a series of longish short stories, featuring his famous series-detective Reginald "Reggie" Fortune, before making transitioning to novel-length mysteries in 1930 – publishing his last novel two decades later (Shrouded Death, 1950). Encyclopedia of Mystery and Detection (1976) notes that Bailey's Reggie Fortune was "perhaps the most popular sleuth in England between the World Wars" and influenced S.S. van Dine's Philo Vance. Although not everyone's a fan of Vance mimicking Reggie Fortune's speech habits.

I've sampled a smattering of Bailey's detective fiction over the years. Rue Morgue Press reprints of the excellent Shadow on the Wall (1934) and Black Land, White Land (1937) prompted me to hunt down a copy of the superb The Sullen Sky Mystery (1935), but interest began to wane after the messy The Great Game (1939) and the serviceable The Bishop's Crime (1940). Sort of forgot about Bailey until a copy of the first Joshua Clunk novel, The Garston Murder Case (1930), recently came my way. Bailey's first novel-length mystery introducing his other detective. So high time to return to one of the OG greats of the British Golden Age detective story.

Bailey's most well-known detective is often linked to the foppish, upper class dilettantes like Philo Vance and Lord Peter Wimsey, which is not an association that has always benefited Reggie Fortune. I guess the relative obscure status of his secondary series-detective, Joshua Clunk, is why "the crooks' solicitor" is rarely mentioned in the same breath as Anthony Gilbert's Arthur Crook and Craig Rice's John J. Malone. A cunning hypocrite who sucks sweets, hums hymns and preaches every Sunday at his own established place of worship, Gospel Hall – while Mrs. Clunk played the harmonium. Behind the pious mask, Clunk "knew more of what was going on underground than any man in London" and the police believed "he was up to the neck in most of it." And not afraid to get his hands dirty. So, while far less likable than either Crook or Malone, I actually remember Clunk clearer than the plot of The Sullen Sky Mystery. The Garston Murder Case convinced me Clunk ought to be much better known to detective fans today.

The Garston Murder Case starts with introducing the reader to Joshua Clunk and several small, but different, incidents eventually coming together at Bradstock Abbey. Ancestral home of Henry Garstons, the first Lord Croyland and head of the iron and steel giant Garstons & Garstons ("anything from a needle to a battleship").

Firstly, Clunk is visited by the son of an old client, Anthony "Tony" Wisberry, who's father mysteriously disappeared without a trace twenty years ago. Clunk took care of his mother's financial interest and, when she passed away, Tony found papers from his father indicating he had completed a then new process for making hard steel from vanadium, right before he disappeared. Coincidentally, the formula is exactly the same as the one Garstons & Garstons began to use and now Tony wants answers from Lord Croyland. Clunk tries to dissuade him, "great firms don't murder inventors," they "prefer to swindle 'em" ("...easy and legal"), but Tony is determined to get the truth. Secondly, a Miss Morrow has her room at the Victoria Hotel burglarized and the thief took away a jewelry case, but the case contained more than just jewelry. It contained personal letters from her long-dead fiance, Alfred Garston, who drowned decades ago and she's been perpetual mourning ever since – fluttering between hotels years round. Inspector Gunn and Superintendent Bell arrest a well-known hotel thief resulting in some amusing courtroom scenes in which Clunk gets his client off at the expense of poor Bell. Lastly. May Dean, a young nurse, is engaged by her old school friend and Lord Croyland's secretary, Gladys Hurst, to look after Lord Croyland's elderly mother. A job that's not as easy as it looks and Miss Morrow often comes to mourn Alfred with Mrs. Garston. As we say in my country, klinkt gezellig. :)

So the first-half of The Garston Murder Case is, plot-wise, a bit slow moving as Bailey has to introduce the various characters and plot pieces, but never bores or drags. Bailey knows how to write characters and how to make them talk which especially allows Clunk to shine in all his hypocritical glory. And establish him as a character as well as his relationship with Superintended Bell. Who warns Inspector Gunn "when Josh Clunk starts giving evidence anything may turn up—except the truth." Clunk comes through true to form, not only in the first-half. Around the halfway mark, Bradstock Abbey becomes the scene of murder when old Mrs. Garston is throttled during the night. And a village constable on patrol in the neighborhood is killed the same night.

Throughout the double murder investigation, Clunk is an ever persistent presence in the background of the case who's constantly giving lectures, sermons, hums hyms or tut-tut-tuting Bell's "unfortunate distrust" in him – distracting the superintedent from the obvious truth. So the characterization and storytelling is topnotch, but what about the plot? The Garston Murder Case reads like a parody, or serious satire, of the Gothic novel. Bailey even provided a secret passage to go with its turn-of-the-century trappings, but treated and handled with all the skill and ingenuity of the 1930s Golden Age detective story. Notably the identity of the well-hidden, well-clued murderer is a minor technical achievement. Something several mystery writers tried before, and since then, but recall only a handful of successes. Bailey came incredible close to having one such success story on his hands with The Garston Murder Case, had the solution not been so obvious. The plot is technically sound and more than fairly clued, but, by the halfway mark, it's pretty clear from which direction the wind is blowing. So seasoned armchair detectives won't be fooled for very long, however, it's competently executed inside a pleasingly readable story introducing one of the most odious, but strangely compelling, anti-heroes from this period of the genre. Clunk's part in The Garston Murder Case alone makes me want to hunt down one of his out-of-print cases or give The Sullen Sky Mystery another look. So... to be continued.

3/20/14

Rummaging in the Past


"I suppose we'd better ask some questions." 
- D.I. Anastasia Hardy (Kate Ellis' "The Odour of Sanctity," collected The Mammoth Book of Locked Room Mysteries and Impossible Crimes, 2000)
The year 1920 is generally accepted as a semiofficial starting point for the Golden Age of Detective Fiction, which witnessed the debut of Agatha Christie and Hercule Poirot in The Mysterious Affair at Styles, and the rest, as they say, is history. During the same period, H.C. Bailey and one of his two series-characters, Mr. Reginald "Reggie" Fortune, were introduced in a collection of short stories, entitled Call Mr. Fortune (1920), and was the first of many popular and critically acclaimed mysteries from his hands – good and recognizable enough for Christie to spoof in Partners in Crime (1929). 

Howard Haycraft noted at the time: "it seems safe to say that any impartial statistical poll of the sentiments of readers on both side of the Atlantic would assure a position high on the list to H.C. Bailey" and S.S. van Dine reputedly began to reshape Philo Vance in the image of Reggie Fortune, but, today, Bailey has (undeservedly) become a footnote in the genre’s history. 

I say undeservedly based on a handful of novels, such as the excellent and reissued Shadow on the Wall (1934) and Black Land, White Land (1937) or the superb and sadly out-of-print The Sullen Sky Mystery (1935), with only The Great Game (1939) falling short of the mark – which is surprising considering it's a crossover of sorts. And I like crossovers! However, The Bishop's Crime (1940) proved to be a return to those earlier novels. 

The cathedral village of Badon is the backdrop of The Bishop's Crime and dominating the horizon of the town is the historical tower of Badon Cathedral, known as "Jacob's Ladder," on which a previous prior envisioned angels ascending and descending from heaven, but the past keeps its hold on the place in other ways. There used to be shrine devoted to a statuette of the Virgin Mary, discovered by the founder of the church, a Saxon King, however, the treasure was reputedly lost at sea after Henry VIII claimed it – which begs the question if the relics were hidden before the shipping accident. 

A historical subplot is briefly teased with one or two murders buried deep in the past of Badon, but they're left there and Fortune's expertise is called upon when the body of a burglar is discovered on a well-frequented road to London. However, it's not an accident and foul play is suspected. Fortune retraces the steps of the victim back to Badon based on the content of the stomach and analyzing the dirt found underneath his nails. There's another criminal element meeting an unfortunate end and it becomes obvious someone's hunting for lost treasure, but Fortune has difficulty getting a solid grip on the case. 

It depresses and somewhat amuses Fortune as he pieces together a mosaic of slander clues, scattered across the centuries in Greek and Latin, to form a complete picture of the events that took place in Badon, and the Biblical references, lines of poetry, lost treasure and historic tie-ins makes The Bishop's Crime play out like a small epic. The resolutions, once again, reveals Fortune as an ancestor of Gladys Mitchell's Mrs. Bradley as he plays judge, jury and executions (by proxy) in meting out his own peculiar brand of justice for every guilty person involved in the case. That's interesting aspect of the "plump, drawling Reggie Fortune," who has no qualms about manipulating people into murdering each other in the pursuit of justice – much to the shock of Lomas ("My God!"). Still weird to think a TV-series like Dexter can be connected to H.C. Bailey, Gladys Mitchell (Speedy Death, 1929) and Rex Stout (Black Orchids, 1942 and "Boody Trap" in Not Quite Dead Enough, 1944).
 
Finally, I realize my review has been rather summary and lacking detail, but that's because there were gaps in reading the book, nonetheless, I enjoyed the read even if it didn't quite reach the heights of The Sullen Sky Mystery and Shadow on the Wall. It's easy to see why Bailey was considered as one of the leading lights of (British) detective fiction and reminded me to give the short Reggie Fortune stories a shot.