I kept
wondering how Marsh was going to turn this happy-go-lucky tale into a murder
mystery, but I needn’t have worried. The murders do happen, and their
gruesomeness is in stark contrast to the fun-loving Lampreys. Another welcome
contrast to the murderous mayhem is Alleyn’s sidekick, the unflappable
Inspector Fox. Shortly after a horrific murder, Fox appears in all his
placidness, which is quite a comfort to the reader. With each successive novel, I
love him more and more!
I always
enjoy the literary references sprinkled throughout Marsh’s books. This one
included nods to Dickens, Shakespeare, Hans Christian Anderson, and even
Beatrix Potter. She even threw a bone to Charlotte Brontë fans with this
conversation between Henry Lamprey and Robin, a young family friend:
“What do
you think of us, Robin? You’re such a composed little person with your smooth
head and your watchfulness.”
“That
sounds smug and beastly.”
“It
isn’t meant to. You’ve got a sort of Jane Eyre-ishness about you. You’ll grow
up into Jane Eyre, I daresay, if you grow at all….”
And then there is the great writing: From Chapter Nine: Alleyn had been confronted with the Lampreys for only some twenty minutes, but already he had begun to feel a little as though they were handfuls of wet sand which, as fast as he grasped them, were dragged through his fingers by the action of some mysterious undertow.
From
chapter Thirteen: Alleyn began to feel as if Tinkerton was a bad cork and himself an
inefficient corkscrew, drawing out unimportant fragments, while large lumps of
testimony fell into the wine and were lost.
The novel
contains a touch of romance and a fair bit of light profanity. Nevertheless, this was one of
my favorite entries in the series so far.
Any other Ngaio Marsh fans out there?

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