University lecturer Simon Fawcett is an Adonis, attractive to both women and men alike. He has the habit of sponging the men for money as long as he can, then cruelly dumping them when they suggest a consummation; with the women he behaves similarly, only he seduces them first. His solitary long-term relationship is with Diana Allingham, wife of his old friend William Allingham. And now he has seduced one of his students, Penelope Dane, half his age and the daughter of another of his old friends, Hubert Dane. Just to complicate matters, the Allinghams' son John was almost affianced to Penelope . . .
We soon realize, as do most of the cast, that Simon is a clinical narcissist; the text later tells us that he's also a paranoid schizophrenic. But it takes both Diana and Penelope a painfully long time to realize this.
That's the first part of the novel, which is definitely a book of two parts. At the beginning of the second, Mrs. Morris, the cleaner for Simon and various other tenants of the block of flats where he lives, is found strangled. She was blackmailing several of the tenants, Simon included. Detective Inspector Mont and Sergeant Clay of the Yard step in to find the killer . . .
Of course, knowing what we know of Simon, it seems pretty certain that he must be the murderer. And yet Bell does a very skillful job of sustaining an uncertainty about this, even as the incriminating evidence against Simon stacks up higher and higher. At the same time, so do the crimes-by-omission of most of the other main cast members: to the great hindrance of Mont's investigation, they conceal evidence from him for fear of dragging Penny's name through the mud, or Diana's, or . . .
What we have here, then, is a quite ambitious domestic noir/psychological thriller. Its only trouble is that the execution is several rungs down the ladder from that ambition. Although I enjoyed reading the novel more than somewhat -- it was something I was in the mood for -- I couldn't persuade myself that it was actually any good. I was unconvinced by the occasional windows Bell offers us into Simon's unorthodox psychology, and for that matter by much of the rest of the characterization. I kept being reminded, too, of the way that novelists like Elisabeth Sanxay Holding and Dorothy Hughes tackled similar subjects and situations, and of how much better they did so.
I'm probably being far more negative than I should be. The Hunter and the Trapped moves at a cracking pace, and never once did I feel bored. Recommended with qualifications.