The Reverend Harry Westerman was “an energetic, capable parish priest, a good organiser, and a plain, sensible preacher” and “a particularly shrewd and capable man. It was no idle boast of his that he had made a habit of observation - many of his parishioners little guessed how closely and clearly he had summed them up by observing those ordinary idiosyncrasies which escape the notice of most people. He was also a man who could be deeply interested in many things quite apart from his professional calling, and chiefly in problems which concerned humanity.” Attending the garden party of a newcomer to the parish of Coppleswick he makes a discovery that leads to a long and complicated investigation with sinister connections to past events.
Victor Lorenzo Whitechurch was born in 1868, was educated at Chichester Grammar School and Chichester Theological College and eventually became a canon of the Anglican Church, living and working for many years in the country rather than in towns and cities.
He held various positions as curate before he became vicar of St. Michael's, Blewbury in 1904. In 1913 he became Chaplain to the Bishop of Oxford, and an honorary canon of Christ Church and in 1918 he became Rural Dean of Aylesbury.
He began his writing career with religious works, as befitted his profession, and edited 'The Chronicle of St George' in 1891 before producing his own work 'The Course of Justice' in 1903. He wrote his first quasi-detective novel, also considered as a clerical romance, in 1904 when 'The Canon in Residence' was published and was later adapted for stage and radio.
He also contributed detective stories to the Strand Magazine, the Railway Magazine and Pearson's and Harmsworth's Magazines. Some of his railway stories were published as 'Thrilling Stories of the Railway' in 1912, 15 stories in all, nine of which feature his specialst in railway detection, Thorpe Hazell, a strict vegetarian.
After producing a variety of romantic novels, he returned to thrillers with 'The Templeton Case', 1924, and another collection of short stories on a railway and spy theme, 'The Adventures of Captain Ivan Koravitch' in 1925.
Two quite different books appeared from his pen in 1927, 'The Truth in Christ Jesus' and 'The Crime at Diana's Pool' before he devoted his final years almost solely to detective fiction, writing four further such novels between 1927 and 1932, the last of them 'Murder at the College' written after he had suffered a long and debilitating illness.
Although his thriller output was relatively low, 12 of his 27 books being of the genre, Jacques Barzun and Wendell Hertig Taylor in their splendid 'Catalogue of Crime' wrote of him, "He was the greatest improviser in the genre - all but one of his stories has distinct merit." Ellery Queen and Dorothy L Sayers meanwhile admired his books for their "immaculate plotting and factual accuracy" believing him to be "one of the first writers to submit his manuscripts to Scotland Yard for vetting as to police procedure."
Felix Nayland is hosting a garden party for the worthies of Coppleswick, and has laid on entertainment in the form of an Albanian band. Later that day, Nayland turns up dead, face down in the pond known as Diana’s Pool, with a knife in his back. The odd thing is that he is wearing the uniform jacket of one of the band, who is now mysteriously missing and therefore quickly becomes the prime suspect. But local vicar, Reverend Westerham, has spotted some odd clues around the crime scene and he has his doubts. Anyway, even if the musician is guilty, why is the victim wearing his jacket? Nayland is a newcomer to the area, having spent his life as a diplomat travelling the globe and getting mixed up in all sorts of murky events – could it be that some incident from his past has somehow caught up with him?
This is another of the novels in Martin Edwards’ The Story of Classic Crime in 100 Books, in the subsection, Murder at the Manor. Edwards tell us that Whitechurch adopted an approach which for the time was unorthodox – he wrote the beginning, including the murder, without knowing himself how the book would develop or who the murderer would be. I’m not sure how much difference this made to the eventual outcome – it reads like a pretty standard murder mystery of the time.
Westerham is a likeable amateur ’tec and, as was the way in crime novels back then, the police quite happily include him in their investigations once they discover that he is a particularly observant witness. The policeman in charge of the investigation, Detective Sergeant Ringwood, gets a big build-up from his colleagues – “...he’s a demon for solving things” Constable Froome informs Westerman. Hmm, personally I thought he was more in the tradition of Japp or Lestrade, and that it was lucky for all involved that justice didn’t rest on the intelligence of the boys in blue!
The plot gets a bit messy, perhaps because of Whitechurch’s lack of planning ahead, and takes us into the murky world of South American politics. To be honest I found this pretty uninteresting, and since Nayland wasn’t given any time or space to develop as a character, it was hard to care much about his murder. There’s a side plot concerning the girl that Westerman is falling in love with, and because I liked him, I found I cared far more about the resolution of that strand. I don’t think it’s really fair play, although in fact I guessed the murderer quite early on, though not the motive. Just as an aside, I should mention that if you’re going to commit murder or participate in any other kind of dodgy dealings, it is not a good idea in general to have your initials embroidered or engraved on your belongings, but, if you must, then you should make every effort not to drop them at the scene of the crime. There were two instances of monogrammed items in this story, plus an identifiably foreign type of cigarette paper, all conveniently dropped as clues around the place, and it all felt a bit too contrived.
Overall, I enjoyed this well enough but didn’t think it had anything to really make it stand out from the crowd. It hasn’t inspired me to actively seek out more of Whitechurch’s work, but I’d still be happy enough to read another if it came my way.
Solid vintage mystery. Local vicar solves the case, athough I felt he could have had more 'screen time' in the story. It mostly follows the police and other interested parties. Plenty information given to the reader as clues and a satisfying ending that was still surprising. 3 1/2 stars rounded up to 4.
No es brillante pero sí entretenida y con un vicario/detective muy simpático. La trama se embrolla un poco al final, con chantajes, sublevaciones militares y espionaje, pero mantiene siempre la intriga y la investigación policial es correcta.
I think I would have enjoyed this book more if I had not read the author's Foreword first. In it, he claims that he wrote the first chapter without having any idea how the book was going to end, and each succeeding chapter just built on the previous one, until the final whodunnit reveal.
I don't believe it.
Anyway, whether or not that was true, the book is very engaging and the mystery is quite seriously tangled, using the old trick of having reasons why the people who know important facts cannot just tell them (they put someone else in danger, they would embarrass and shame the family, all that old stuff) so that only the hero, a young country vicar, can piece everything together and lay the final trap. However, all that being true, it became clear less than halfway through who the culprit would be. Not because you, the reader, have figured out the motive and the method, but because there is only one person it could possible be.
Even then one doubts, because that person is the biggest cliché ever in murder mysteries, which has been made fun of for decades and decades, in movies back as early as the 30's. Yes, my friends, I am sad to say that the butler did it. He was not the usual sort of butler, it's true: he had only been engaged less than a year previously, when the master of the house was returning to England after several years abroad, the butler was a steward on board that ship, and he was hired on the spot. Somehow, he already knew how to be a butler even though he had never been one, a point that is elided completely in the exposition of the plot. A ship steward might make a good valet, but a butler is something else entirely. Oh well. I wonder if this is the book that was the original of the cliché, and everyone found it so outrageous that the fun-making started there and then.
It's actually not that outrageous in the actual plot, precisely because he is the only person who could have done it. Unfortunately, the plotting had led to this conclusion early on, and the whole second half of the book is just explication that gets us there. Nevertheless, 4 stars for it's page-turning interest, and the charming love story that also occupies our attention. Read it, enjoy it, thrill to the cliché.
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
Trouble is afoot when a summer garden party is laid out at The Pleasaunce, recently purchased by Felix Naylander a mysterious ex-diplomat. The community members of Coppleswick come out to greet Naylander and his sister, tour the home and grounds and be entertained by the Green Albanian Band and Western Glee Singers.
But when Coppleswick Vicar Harry Westerham and Major Challow, the chief constable of Downshire, leave the festivities by taking a shortcut through the estate's water garden, they come across a horrifying scene — a man is found dead in an ornamental pool, a knife deep in his back. When the body is turned over, its Naylander.
Westerham takes his keen observational skills and put them to use to assist Challow and his officers in this charming yet extremely crafty mystery filled with misleading clues, strange twists and suspects galore. Thoroughly enjoyable reading with a wonderful amateur sleuth in Westerham, who takes care of his flock while winnowing out the important points that all lead to a surprising end.
This is the second of Victor Whitechurch's novels that I have read, and I think he deserves to be better known. This novel was quite clever, but also firmly in the "fair play" tradition. The main character, a clergyman, is better developed than many non-series detectives. It is also particularly interesting because Whitechurch, himself an Anglican clergyman, provides a real picture of the life of a traditional clergyman - the rounds of parochial visits, the administrative work that most people don't realize goes with running a parish, teaching a catechism class and wondering if anything is penetrating young minds - that adds realism and depth to the novel.
Cute story. I guessed the murderer fairly early on, but not the full explanation. Parts of the story got a little boring for me, but I liked the parson amateur detective and there were a lot of clever details throughout. The women in the story are all pretty silly non-characters which isn’t true for all books of this time period.
I enjoyed this book very much . Great characters that fitted in nicely with the plot. The background details of the village was well explained. I would definitely read another book by this author.
Probably would have satisfied readers of the day, but has not worn well over time. Stereotypical and very pedestrian characters in a somewhat unhinged plot. Great for those who like their characters drawn in monochrome. There are much better examples of the genre out there.
Always a solid read from the British Library Crime Classics. A man is found face down in a pond having being stabbed. The cast of characters has been introduced at a garden party. The local vicar becomes an amateur sleuth which is always a trope I enjoy.
Felix Nayland owner of The Pleasaunce, hosts a garden party for friends and neighbours. Unfortunately a body is discovered in a pool on his land. DS Ringwood investigates with the help of Reverand Westerham. An entertaining historical mystery Originally published in 1927
It was a quick read with a decent crime. It wasn’t exciting but a pleasant read. I’m not sure that I would have ever guessed the killer. These English vicars are so busy solving crime it must be hard to find time for their church duties.
This was my first book to read by the author, and overall it was a good read. There were really only two people who could have been the killer and I guessed wrong. But the way the story wrapped up was OK.
It strikes me as slightly ironic that a clergyman-author should write what may be characterised as an anti-Christie, in the sense that while Dame Agatha’s plots were meticulously planned in advance of writing, Canon Whitechurch says of the writing of “The Crime at Diana’s Pool”:-
“To begin with I had no plot. When I had written the first chapter I did not know why the crime had been committed, who had done it, or how it was done. Then, with an open mind, I picked up the clues which seemed to show themselves, and found, as I went on, their bearing on the problem.”
DL Sayers, as quoted by Martin Edward in “The Story of Classic Crime in 100 Books” felt this did not play fair with the reader, but she, and Edwards, do rate the book highly.
Although the author tries hard in the melding of “a murder at the manor” with a South American adventurers dimension, I felt that it did not quite work.This was not a “closed circle” crime as the murder took place during a garden party with a large list of invited guests as well as a singing group and an “Albanian” band one of whose members is an immediate suspect. Then, while there were clues to be found and followed-up from the crime scene, very little of the detective action takes place in “The Pleasaunce” or the garden grounds which were the scene of the crime.
Much of the South American angle is elaborated to an unnecessary degree, and, while the method used to kill Felix Nayland is ingeniously clued, I did think the culprit was fairly easy to pinpoint for a none-too-subtle reason.
The youthful vicar, Harry Westerham, is a useful and intelligent detective with great powers of observation who could have merited further outings. He not only adds to the “love interest”, but also lends a gentle but well-handled moral dimension to parts of the plot.He does display a bit too much of a liking for the dramatic thus making him a good foil to the rather dogged and determined D-S Ringwood.
Despite a few reservations, this proved to be the most enjoyable of the five Whitechurch detective novels I have read. One has to admire the fact that he tried something different with each of them, albeit with varying levels of success.
An enjoyable classic mystery, which involves an artificial pond, an Albanian music band, a switcheroo of a conspicuous green jacket, and shady dealings in a South American republic much plagued by revolutions. When Felix Nayland is found murdered in his pond, wearing the aforementioned jacket of a member of the aforementioned music band, the conclusion seems clear : this mysterious musician murdered him. But why? And what is the connection with a smashed ebony box of little intrinsic value? The various guests at the garden party where all this happened, as well as Felix Nayland's domestic staff, are thoroughly questioned. The local vicar, Mr. Westerham, who is a keen amateur detective, takes a close interest in the case and shows the constabulary one or two new tricks.
I have to say that it took me almost to the end of the book before I could figure out the solution. I also liked Mr. Westerham, the vicar-amateur detective. So this is a satisfying book for lovers of the classic Golden Age mystery.
Un 3,5 en realidad. Me gusto mucho el desarrollo de la trama y el papel protagonista que ejerce el vicario Westerham, y la única razón por la que no le pongo las 4 estrellas es por que el final me decepciono un poco después de lo mucho que me había gustado el libro. No obstante, ya en el prefacio de la novela, el propio autor menciona que cuando empezó a escribir no sabia quien o porque había cometido el delito, y que fue llegando a la solución según escribía, lo cual puede explicar ese final tan deslucido. Sin embargo, como he dicho disfrute mucho con su lectura. Mencionar el trabajo que esta realizando la editorial, Sherlock Editores, rescatando y traduciendo novelas de misterio de la golden age, que se agradecen un montón por lo fans de este genero. (Me encantan sus portadas).
The host of a garden party is found dead in the pond with a dagger in his back. Why was he wearing the distinctive green jacket of one of the band members playing at the party? The local young vicar teams up with the police to solve the crime.
The author is very fair with the reader giving all the clues. Despite a few red herrings it is a fairly easy to work out whodunnit. None the less enjoyable for that though. A lightweight pleasant read.