Crime novelist and playwright Josephine Tey
is travelling from her Inverness home to London where her latest play “Richard
of Bordeaux“ is nearing the end of its successful West End run. She meets on
the train young Elspeth Simmons who is an admirer of the play and has tickets
for a show; the two pass a pleasant journey, sharing a meal, and agreeing to
meet again.
Though they alight together Elspeth realises
she has left a bag on the train and goes off to retrieve it, promising to meet
Josephine at the theatre the following night. It is an appointment she cannot
keep; back on the train she meets with a grisly end.
Enter Archie Penrose, detective inspector,
called in to investigate the murder, who finds the corpse not splayed in
disarray but carefully arranged in a theatrical tableau clearly full of meaning.
What is the meaning is unclear, but its theatrical nature fills him with
concern not only for the victim but also for Josephine, for whom he thinks the
attack may have been intended.
Archie’s protective instinct is clearly
based on more than just professional regard for Josephine. They are old friends
(their history emerges later) and Josephine is lodging with her friends, his
cousins, the Motley sisters. They are theatre set designers and with most of
the other characters also involved in the dramatic arts (actors, directors,
producers, even stage managers) the scene is firmly set for the whodunit.
It is a well-crafted tale with a few red
herrings to negotiate before a clever, unpredictable reveal. The setting gives
an insight into the theatre world of the late 1930’s, both luvvy and seedy. The
writing style is articulate without being wordy; with enough inconsequential
detail to add authenticity and atmosphere without becoming overblown. The plot
is as complicated as necessary for the genre, but can be followed with minimal
turning back of pages. And don’t be misled by the gentile nature of the lead
characters; there is violence, gore, action and tension.
This is (I think) the first of Upson’s
“Josephine Tey” novels (Tey was a real author, in the mould of Agatha Christie
and Dorothy L Sayers). It is the second I have read and enjoyed, though I did
prefer “Two for Sorrow” [reviewed Nov 2013].