Eric Shepherd has written both an engaging detective novel and a primer in the life of 1940s British nuns. Shepherd's sister was a mother superior according to a book review in Rockford, Illinois Catholic newspaper The Observer, (see the article here) so he presumably knows of what he writes. The most interesting thing I discovered was that most of the elderly nuns refer to themselves as Mother rather than Sister. Perhaps that's peculiar to England or to this order, though we are never told to which order these nuns belong. But onto the story itself...
Baroness Sliema, a temporary guest at the convent, has been found stabbed in the chapel during daily mass. Not particularly well-liked by both the staff and the students her death becomes the topic of girlish gossip peppered with flagrant talk of a well deserved violent end. When the police are called in we begin to see what Shepherd has in mind as the secular world meets the religious world head on. The police are in for quite an education themselves as the murder investigation progresses.
First to arrive on the scene is the brash Detective Sgt. Osbert whose insensitivity and rudeness is matched only by his own discomfort at being treated as a guest, not as a cop, by so many old women in funny costumes. He can't wait to call in Scotland Yard and hand the case over to Chief Inspector Andrew Pearson. Pearson is the complete opposite of Osbert -- gentlemanly, suave, decorous to the point of embarrassment. He first mistakenly asks to see the Lady Abbess and is immediately corrected, almost reprimanded, by Mother Peck, second in command:, "Reverend Mother is not in the habit of receiving visitors on the doorstep." Pearson experiences his own level of discomfort as well, but he soon warms up to Reverend Mother Superior in whom he sees kindness, wisdom, and a love of strict discipline. It is the disciplined life of the nuns that most impresses Pearson and he surprises himself in drawing analogies between life in a convent and the life of a policeman. As the case progresses he sees that nuns and police have a lot in common.
There is an element of the rambunctious gang of St. Trinian's among the girl students. Led by Verity Goodchild, who is anything but good or truthful, they are the typical ragtag bunch of unruly girls you come across in books of this sort. Inez Escapado, a tall tale telling South American student, is saddled with thick phonetic accent Harry Stephen Keeler would've been proud of. And Philomene, Verity's best pal, has a temper issue and a speech impediment that comes and goes depending on how emotional she gets. You'd expect them to all turn Nancy Drew and try to solve the murder for themselves but they are more interested in the ghostly figure of a mysterious nun seen wandering the grounds at night. Only Verity is brave enough to wander the school grounds looking for evidence. While trying her best at girl sleuthing she encounters a group of nosy tabloid reporters and photographers and ends up the subject of exploitive glamour shots. One of the photographers rewards her with a piece of cloth he found that turns out to be a torn piece from a nun's veil. Evidence! Apparently, there was someone in a nun's habit roaming the grounds at night. Whether it was a genuine nun or someone in disguise Verity leaves to Chief Inspector Pearson to uncover.
Among Pearson's primary adult suspects are the haughty Venetia Gozo, a Maltese woman who acted as secretary to the Baroness; Mrs. Moss, the Baroness' companion; Baron Sliema, the victim's son; and Mr. Turtle, the handyman-gardener for the convent grounds. Turtle was my favorite of the lot. He seems to have wandered into the book from the pages of a George Eliot novel complete with Yorkshire accent. He's filled with the refreshing kind of common sense and common talk so welcome after pages of theology and philosophy from Reverend Mother and girlish antics from the students. Turtle is also the only man in this world of women. Having the inspector around gives Turtle a chance to kick back and let down his guard. His invitation to Pearson at the tail end of his interrogation scene is priceless: "And should you ever find the oppression of women too much for you up at the 'ouse, you come down 'ere and refresh yourself with Turtle."
One more thing about Pearson's detective skills. He is equipped with an overly sensitive sense of smell. Throughout the book his olfactory bulb is assailed with a pungent odor that seems to permeate certain rooms. It's vaguely familiar, but each time he tries to put a name to the scent he comes up wanting. The piece of veil Verity finds is reeking with the smell. It trails throughout the cloisters near the scene of the crime. The smell haunts him throughout the story. And it will prove to be the most damning clue in determining the identity of the murderer when that odor's source is discovered and it's given a name.
Margaret Wycherly and Pedro de Cordoba in the first production of the play version |
Fourteen years later Eric Shepherd wrote a sequel called More Murder in a Nunnery (1954). I have yet to find a copy so I am unsure if Pearson meets up with Reverend Mother Superior at Harrington Convent School again or if she acts as an amateur sleuth with her sister colleagues without Pearson.
Eric Shepherd taught at the Convent of the Sacred Heart, Roehampton in the 30s. My mother was at the school - she is Verity! I have a copy of "More Murder in a Nunnery" somewhere... All I can remember is that Verity finds a corpse hidden in a compost heap and can tell by its flat feet that it has never worn shoes. (I never read the first one.) I went to the same school (after it moved to Surrey), and tales of ghostly nuns were still current - and superstitions about shoes.
ReplyDeleteAmazing! Thanks for that, Lucy. I tried to find out as much as I could about Shepherd, but came up with very little. I 'm interested in reading the second book more than ever now.
DeleteThis is one I will definitely be reading, John. Again, I love this sort of thing. Thanks for alerting me to this very intriguing title. And I loved the comment. You just never know who will be reading your posts. It's an amazing world.
ReplyDeleteMURDER IN A NUNNERY. What could be better? Oh heck, you know what I mean. :)
I remember seeing this as a play when I was in high school. I imagine it was popular for this level of theatricals because of the relatively few number of male actors required (teenaged girls being more willing to get up on stage than teenaged boys are).
ReplyDeleteGreetings from the far east. I am writing this from Japan.
ReplyDeleteLast year I happend to find the sequel "More Murder in a Nunnery" at Hathi Trust Digital Library. I haven't read it because I am not sure whether Eric Shepherd's works belong to the public domain in Japan or not. Is there anyone who knows when the author died?
What does the writer's work being in the public domain have to do with simply reading the book? Usually that only matters for a publisher looking to reprint the book and not wanting to pay reprint rights. Surely if you found the book on that website you can read it.
DeleteThis seems interesting. Waiting to see whether the sequel (which you have been lucky enough to find) impresses you as much as this.
ReplyDeleteThe librarian at my junior high put this book into my hands many years ago. She told me the author's sister was an RSCJ nun (as was she) and that was how "he got the nuns right" but Lucy's comment above makes me wonder if she was wrong. Regardless, Sister Sessions liked the book because it was well written and it was affectionate towards the nuns, unlike other books that make fun of them. It took a long time to find a copy of the sequel and I don't remember it as well.
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