This mystery was first published the year I was born, 1967 so it definitely an old fashioned type mystery, not much in the way of forensics. It is Ms Aird’s only stand alone mystery (all the others were in one detective series). I picked up the reprint because I had wanted to revisit some older mysteries this year.
Thomas and his wife, Dora, have moved from London to the countryside to live in a Tudor manor house. Thomas was a very successful businessman but a heart attack ended his career and he is very much the invalid, resting much of the day in his house and hating it. He has a few wants: to be able to do more physically and to leave some of his largesse to his new home, much like the former owners, the Barons Barbary who have their names attached to just about everything in the village from the 1500’s up to the 1800’s when the family emigrated to America mysteriously and gave up the land.
The story opens with Thomas and Gladys, the housekeeper (and frankly the only female character with a whisper of personality and not much at that), wondering why Charlie Ford put the electrical plug in such a weird spot. It quickly comes to light that the plaster happens to be over very old wood. Once that is taken down, the wood is revealed and with it a hidden priest hole, built at sometime in the 1500’s to hide Jesuits from the pursivants who would have tortured and killed them in the name of the Queen.
Startling them all, there is a skeleton in the priest hole, a 15 year old boy with his skull crushed. When the police won’t really investigate it, Thomas takes it on his own head to try and find the identity of the young boy and why he might have been killed. The police have their hands full with a fresh murder, Mrs. Mary Fenny has been strangled to death and the police think it was her husband, Alan, to blame. Alan is missing and the townspeople, believing him innocent, are protecting him. Thomas is oddly angry that the police are more interested in that than in his case which made no sense to me especially after they prove the boy has been dead between 100-200 years ago.
It doesn’t take long for him to go through gravestones, church records and historical society data to find out that the boy is most likely Toby Barbary, who should have inherited the baronetcy in Napoleon’s day but disappeared in a fishing accident. But just who killed him and why, is a puzzle Thomas needs to work on. As for the investigation of Mary Fenny’s death, about the only thing we see happening is the police poking into people’s homes and lamenting no one will talk to them. That, and Alan’s mother purposely crossing paths with Thomas to taunt him with the fact her son is innocent and he’d see soon enough (though I’m not sure why he should care).
On the whole, it’s a nice slow mystery. With the events a century in the past, there is of course no sense of immediate danger (except maybe from Thomas’s heart). That part of the mystery was entertaining. However, this wasn’t without its faults.
Mary Fenny’s mystery is solved deus ex machine and well, frankly illegally and almost as an afterthought.
None of the female characters have a personality. Dora exists only to remind us Thomas is unwell. Seriously. And for that matter, Thomas obviously doesn’t like women at all. He is superior and patronizing in the extreme, even for a 1960’s man. (more like the 50’s or before. I’ve seen more enlightened Victorians). Multiple times he dismisses things Dora thinks as irrelevant and the one passage that stuck with me was ‘He could think of many reasons to strangle a blonde woman but none for killing a fifteen year old boy.’ Wow, says it all about him, doesn’t it?
And the way the reprinters over-sold the introduction. Don’t get me wrong. I applaud them for bringing us these older mysteries, long out of print. I like being able to see them again (even knowing misogyny might be in them). However, to tout this as the ‘perfect mystery’ and to reference customers who agree is a bit much. Perfect mysteries don’t ignore half the mystery going on for one. If I had read the intro first I think I would have been terribly disappointed. It’s a decent mystery but far from perfect.