The play's a hit, but then an angel throws in a BIG monkey wrench.
Frances and Richard Lockridge were transplanted mid-westerners who became quintessential New Yorkers. They loved Broadway and many of their mysteries involve the theater world. It's normally not my favorite setting, but this one is a corker. It's got some fine characters and enough red herrings to keep all of Norway fed for six months.
"Around the Corner" isn't a great play and Naomi Shaw isn't a great actress, but the combination is the sort of magic that sometimes happens on stage. It's a hit and tickets are selling out months in advance. Novelist-turned-playwright Sammy Wyatt is bemused to have written a hit play and his agent Jasper Tootle is thrilled. In 1955, 6% of $30,000 per week is a fortune and 10% of THAT is enough to richly reward a theatrical agent's efforts.
Miss Shaw is receiving a king's ransom for her starring role and her supporting players are well-paid, too. Producer Wesley Strothers is looking forward to success after a long series of near-misses. The really big money is ahead because the initial production costs must be paid off and Sammy Wyatt stands to profit when the play becomes sufficiently well-established to start a bidding war for movie rights. The party that marks the 100th performance is just the beginning and nothing can stop the gravy train now.
Nothing except a good-natured, oblivious investor (an "angel" in theater jargon) who falls in love with the leading lady and wants to marry her. AND he expects her to retire from acting, which means "Around the Corner" will go bust. To put it mildly, everyone is stunned. Or suicidal. Or homicidal. Or all three.
Bradley Fitch has no idea what all the fuss is about. The only child of elderly parents who left him a fortune, he's never had to struggle and can't imagine the panic he's causing. He moves happily between his huge Park Avenue apartment, his country home, and his Florida retreat. He plays polo and throws parties and chases women. The money he invests on Broadway is chump change, designed to get access to beautiful actresses. He's always had everything he wants and assumes that nothing will ever stand in his way. Surrounded by tough, hungry theater people, Bradley is a baby goat staked out to attract tigers. And soon he meets the same fate.
Captain William Weigand of the NYPD has a hard time narrowing down the list of suspects. Naomi Shaw looks like a school girl, but she has a past and it's caught up with her. Ex-husbands aren't always reasonable, are they? Bradley Fitch has at least two former girl friends. They're wildly dissimilar types, but one of them could have killed him for deciding to marry Naomi. Not to mention a couple of relatives who profit from Fitch's death and who REALLY need the money.
Then there are all the people whose dreams of fame and fortune will be ruined if Naomi marries and retires - the writer, his agent, the producer, the cast, and the other investors, which include Sammy Wright's publisher and friend Jerry North and his wife Pam. Bradley's housekeeper seems fond of him, but is she really? Did she see or hear something that put her in danger or did that pleasant, motherly lady try a bit of blackmail?
There are cats, of course. Three in the North's apartment, one embroidered on their monogrammed cocktail napkin found beside the body, and one who belongs to the housekeeper, but who roams Bradley Fitch's huge apartment. Some people are allergic to cat dander and some have an irrational dislike of cats. Not many men still wear straw hats, but one of the suspects does. Was his hat cleaner the fatal weapon? And why would a murdered woman have a tea towel knotted up in her hand? Like I said, red herrings abound.
I think this is one of the best in a very good series. The authors make the tight-knit, obsessive world of the New York theater come alive. It's not just a way of making a living, but a way of life. And it engulfs the people in it and cuts them off from the outside world and from reality as the rest of us know it. This is a fine mystery and I never came close to guessing the identity of the killer, but I enjoyed it all the way.