Sometimes size DOES matter.
One of the reasons I like old mysteries is that we don't have to spend half the book reading about the detective's miserable private life. His/her marriage failed. Now he/she is in a new relationship and it's shaky. Love hurts, but I didn't sign on for a (dysfunctional) romance novel.
This series is fun because Pam and Jerry North and Lt. Bill Weigand and his wife Dorian are happy people; satisfied with their marriages and their lives. Sgt. Mullins sometimes longs for simple cases and not the "screwy" ones that the Norths are always involved in. But the sensible sergeant never has a bad mood that can't be cured by a glass of rye whiskey.
The unhappy people in these mysteries are the suspects and they have reason to be unhappy. They're facing a shrewd, experienced team of cops and if they have anything to hide, it won't stay hidden long. Behind the cocktails and witty chatter, there's good, solid detective work in this series. This one even has a drawing of the medical office where the first murder takes place. Shades of Agatha Christie!
Like all murder mysteries, a murder is committed, carefully planned to direct suspicion elsewhere. But someone sees something that’s not quite right. Obviously that person should go directly to the police, but human nature doesn’t work that way. And so the murderer kills again, this time for safety. As Dashiell Hammett said, they can only hang you once.
Seeing the pattern never lessens my enjoyment of these books. The charm of this series is the fine writing, the interesting characters (many of whom become old friends as you work your way through the series), the humor, and the look at New York City in a time which was simpler in some ways, but still tricky.
For example, Pam North gets involved in this murder because she takes a taxi. She didn’t really plan to take a taxi, but the shock of seeing one that’s empty and wants a fare goes to her head. She jumps in and ends up downtown, doing some shopping. And then she hears sirens and realizes that her friend NYPD Lt. Bill Weigand is going into an office building to investigate a murder and, well, who’d pass up an opportunity like THAT? Not Pam North!
The murdered man is oculist/surgeon Dr. Andrew Gordon, one of the top men in his field in New York City. He has private patients and others are sent by insurance companies. Industrial eye accidents are common and insurance companies want to avoid paying if at all possible. So Dr. Gordon has the power to say if the patient can collect for his disability or not. It’s a grave responsibility and sometimes people aren’t happy with his decisions.
But why would anyone kill such a conscientious doctor? The obvious suspect is his volatile stepson, who’s returned from WWII service with combat fatigue. Young Dan Gordon should be OK in time, but now he’s angry at his stepfather for meddling in his personal life. Or is his anger a result of the squandered fortune left him by his mother? Was the genial doctor guilty of robbing his stepson or just careless?
Dr. Gordon works in New York City, but his large house is in Westchester County and his stepson’s flight from the scene of the murder means that Lt. Weigand and Sgt Mullins must drive through the fog to bring him back. And Pam and Jerry North are right behind. She’s gotten interested in this murder and wants to know what happens next.
And what happens next is a second murder, which brings in our old friend Lt. Heimrich. He and Bill Weigand have worked together before and are happy to do so again. Both of them want to prevent a third murder. And it soon looks like Dr. Gordon’s young wife and her attentive neighbor are possible suspects. Mrs. Gordon lies about lunching alone. Does that mean that she wanted her husband dead so that she can remarry?
In the end, the discovery of the murderer hinges on the fact that in a medical office, patients are really just numbers on a chart and doctors are just guys in white coats. Ever have a doctor call you by someone else’s name because he picked up the wrong chart? Ever read of people impersonating doctors and getting away with it? Unless the patient (or doctor) has some VERY distinctive feature, who would ever know?
It’s another Pam and Jerry North mystery and they’re always fun. Come along for the ride.