Dead Man Twice -A Ludovic Travers Mystery by Christopher Bush

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This is the third novel reprinted by Dean Street Press by Christopher Bush. Like the others, it is a “Ludovic Travers Mystery”, even though he does not take the lead in the detecting, but as a person of ideas and alternative intuitions he is as always invaluable. It perhaps flows less well than the super “A Perfect Murder Case”, but it introduces the reader to the fringes of a world of the gentleman boxer, his associates and friends, and is a compulsive read in terms of plotting and policing. As with the previous book, a lot of the legwork is done by the former policeman and impressive private detective, Franklin, but the inspiration for the satisfactory solution is from the inimitable Travers.

From the start of the book there is mystery. Travers spots an acquaintance in an unusual place, and is momentarily confused. He soon becomes aware of the latest great craze, a gentleman boxer called Michael France, whose star seems much in the ascendant with a public eager to witness his skills at first hand. The invaluable manservant, Palmer, supplies details, and Travers manages to discover something of the France phenomenon. Franklin is invited to join the Claires, France’s great friends by Hayles, and enjoys a convivial evening. His next contact with France is complicated and ultimately tragic, as a double death is discovered in confusing and misleading circumstances. As a senior policeman, Wharton, takes over the case, Franklin helps to disentangle a situation which is confused by alibis, undercover agents and heavy fog. Again the female characters tend to be less important than a more modern novelist would be expected to create, but the setting of the late 1920s was a different world of action and adventure.

Overall this is a strongly written yet subtly detailed novel, with hints and clues as well as a well-constructed plot. Franklin is brave but not foolhardy, Travers adds his intuition, and Wharton lends the gravitas of a seasoned, experienced senior policeman, able to interview everyone exceptionally well, as he finds the correct level of approach for the frightened, the defiant and the liar. False trails, suspicions and mysterious houses abound, as well as wealth and some jealousy. I must admit that I did not really understand the character of France, and I found his surname confusing, but his death (or double death) comes early in the novel and many pages are spent sorting out who he was with, his finances and suspicions. I was as ever impressed with the complex yet logical plot of this novel, and it is undoubtedly a strong book in this series of murder mysteries, rediscovered and reprinted by Dean Street Press, which I was glad to receive a copy of for review.

The Perfect Murder Case by Christopher Bush – A Classic Mystery

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This second Ludovic Travers mystery has been hailed as one of the significant Golden Age murder mysteries and I was pleased to receive a review copy from Dean Street Press. It is an incredibly mystifying novel, with a seemingly unbreakable alibi, foreign travels and some double dealing with servants and a sought after will. It has everything, with the addition of a series of letters addressed to newspapers announcing a murder. Unlike Christie’s announced murder, there is a scarcity of detail for detectives both amateur and professional to go on when trying to be on the scene. Reassuringly women and children are to be excluded, but it adds to the detail of a complex but satisfying puzzle.

The murder, when it takes place, becomes the target of investigation by Scotland Yard detectives whose reputation is formidable. A businessman brings in an ex CID officer Franklin who is to launch a private detective agency on the basis of a high profile case. Ludovic Travers trades on a little nepotism to add his lateral thinking to the mystery, together with his Bunterish manservant, Palmer.  When the murder of the much disliked T.T Richleigh takes place, the scene is soon closely examined by all parties and the pursuit begins. While there is a clear motive, the alibis seem unbreakable as much rushing about must take place. Language traps are set, island hopping takes place, as tragedy is revealed. Franklin emerges a determined detective, risking life and limb in order to sort out the mystery. Travers’ contribution is small but significant as he has spotted possible connections from a seemingly irrelevant event. He is on track to become more involved in the mysteries dominating the public imagination, a progress which will take him through sixty more novels.

This is a confident novel for a second book, full of the little tricks of an established writer. A locked room and notes contributing to the solution abound, both confusing and eventually explained. The element that lifts this novel is the inclusion at the very start of two seemingly unrelated scenes, one domestic, one apparently spy related. It is only at the end when all is explained that the reader realises why they were included, and the tragic implications of their effects.

Altogether this is an enviable, assured piece of writing which has everything desirable in a murder mystery puzzle. The victim is unpopular, the crime more mechanical than tragic, the mystery is deep. Sayers called this a “workmanlike” novel, and it succeeds in being a compelling read. My one quibble is with Bush’s depiction of women as servants or perhaps objects of pity. His men are clever and inventive, questioning and intuitive, but the women do seem to just exist to further the story. Given the time of writing this is perhaps not surprising; in 1929 the fact that many popular writers were female did not mean that they featured heavily as detectives or strong characters. Bush was a talented, comprehensive writer who leaves no stone unturned in writing this, his most popular novel, not perhaps perfect but extremely entertaining.

I enjoyed reading this book, and it is definitely a classic of its type. Meanwhile I seem to be reading many books but not quite getting round to posting about them; my current M.A. is creeping up the agenda!

The Plumley Inheritance by Christopher Bush – A new Dean Street Press classic reprint

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The start of a new series of a detective novels is exciting, even when they were originally published in 1926. Dean Street Press have started to reprint the books of Christopher Bush, and they sent me number one to review, for which many thanks. The detective in question is Ludovic Travers, referred to in this novel as Ludo, but in this opening mystery the focus is on Geoffrey Wrentham. Both men have served with some distinction in the First World War, and Wrentham has just been demobilised, which leaves him both relived to be returning to his home village, but a little bewildered by events which seem to threaten his own money. The adventure that he embarks on is full of excitement and a little danger, alongside painstaking working out of clues, with some village characters thrown in. The mystery of the Plumley Inheritance is not easily solved, and keeps everyone guessing until the end.

Henry Plumley is a man with many investments and interests. His sudden, public collapse and subsequent death leave instability in the businesses he has run, and questions about what his final motives implied to those dependent on them like Wrentham. Ludo is eager to help, having worked for the dead man on a peculiar list of requirements which has puzzled him for months. Trying to decode this list together with subsequent mysterious events occupies Wrentham for much of the novel, and his recent war experiences lead him to risk all searching at night time for further clues. There is a suspicious death and guilty goings on, but the ending seems satisfactory. The setting of a country vicarage and a village means a limitation to the number of suspects, though Plumley’s several properties are a little confusingly named. The nearest phone is miles away and there are certainly no car chases, which probably reflects the lack of personal transport in 1919 quite realistically.

This book is not the confident work of a seasoned mystery writer but sheer enthusiasm and imagination make it a jolly read for anyone interested in early mystery stories. In many ways it is the story of a village, a man returned from war, and his attempts to rediscover his peacetime role. Apparently there are over sixty books in the series to come and I assume that Ludovic will take over the detecting as the character of Wrentham is not really strong enough to carry a series of tough assignments. (A quick check on the later books suggests that this is very much the case). Altogether the republishing of these books seems to promise a feast of challenging reads and enjoyable mysteries to come from an engaging writer.

In the face of Hurricane Brian I am going out tonight to take part in a concert…a Last Night of the Proms no less!  Apart from singing in the choir I am reading a section of “Bed Among the Lentils” by Alan Bennett, performed on tv by Maggie Smith. Literally a tough act to follow…