Friday, July 29, 2011

FFB: Murderer's Choice – Anna Mary Wells

There are few female private detectives in the novels and stories of the 1930s and 1940s. Some made appearances in the pulp magazines alone (Violet McDade & Nevada Alvarado, Carrie Cashin), some made it to novels by bestselling writers (Dol Bonner created by Rex Stout, Bertha Cool created by Erle Stanley Gardner). It's understandable that Grace Pomeroy, who makes her only appearance as a P.I. in Anna Mary Wells' second mystery novel, could get lost in the history of the genre. But Grace deserves some mention for her interesting background. She was formerly a psychiatric nurse and appeared as such in Well's debut mystery novel A Talent for Murder. In her second appearance, newly employed in her second career, Grace solves the strange case of an odious man who apparently committed suicide in order to frame his cousin for murder.

The story has an intriguing premise and is handled deftly in the first third of the book. Mystery writer Charles Osgood confronts his cousin Frank for whom he harbored a lifelong loathing with a horrifying prophecy. Osgood will commit suicide and make it look as if Frank killed him. He has taken out a $100,000 life insurance policy to provide the motive and assures Frank that evidence will surface that will lead police straight to Frank's door. When Charles dies of seemingly natural causes Frank seeks out Miss Pomeroy at the Keene Agency to help him find the evidence that will lead to his arrest and conviction before the police manage to find it.

Grace patiently listens to Frank's outrageous story but it takes some effort on her part to completely believe him. Her investigation of the odd circumstances surrounding Osgood's death takes her to lawyer Marcus Winterbottom who informs her that Osgood has squandered his fortune yet there is no record of how he managed to spend so much money in such a short period of time. No bills, no paperwork of any kind. And there is no record of the life insurance policy Frank insists Charles purchased prior to his death. Grace tells this to Frank and he gets the idea to gather all the interested parties in the case at Osgood's Connecticut estate where they will all hunt through the house in search of any documents that will support Frank's case and explain what happened to all the money.

At this point the story devolves into a spin on the typical Mary Roberts Rinehart novel with a variety of characters -- Frank's histrionic fiancee Kay, his domineering mother, a stolid housekeeper who wants the $1000 promised her in Osgood's will, the lawyer, and an ex-chorus girl claiming to be Charles' wife -- alternately bickering and insulting each other as they tear apart the house in search of hidden treasure, in this case the life insurance policy. I was also reminded of that old silent movie The Cat and the Canary minus the phantom jewel thief/killer. When Frank is found passed out in the wine cellar hallucinating and babbling it is at first thought that he is drunk until Kay reminds everyone that Frank doesn't drink alcohol. Then Grace, using her knowledge of nursing, suspects that he may have been poisoned. What if Charles had also been poisoned, she thinks? And Frank has just discovered the evidence of that poisoning in the cellar. Did Charles also intend that Frank be killed?

Wells has some fun with the detective novel tropes and even the work of her fellow mystery writers. Part of Grace's research into Osgood's motivation for his bizarre plan to incriminate Frank involves her reading eight of his novels back to back in one evening. In her reading she learns that Osgood specialized in the impossible crime type of mystery novel (a Polish countess has her jeweled necklace stolen from her while she's wearing it in a well lit ballroom, a man is shot in the chest surrounded by several cronies in his locked dining room, girl disappears without a trace while walking to the grocery store). His detective Silas Smith is a "rough and ready Midwestern farmer" who solves his cases "either by analogy from the simple homely experiences of the farm or by induction based on abstruse quotations from the works of Mark Twain or William Dean Howells." In an earlier scene she asks a hair salon employee if she has ever heard of Charles Osgood the mystery writer. The hairdresser, not the brightest bulb in the chandelier, can't even distinguish between a writer and a fictional character. She says, "Is he the fat one? [...] No, he's named after an animal or something. Do you mean the lawyer?" Apparently she's read a few but can't even remember the names of Nero Wolfe, Perry Mason or even Mr. Moto who she rudely calls "the Jap."

The plot to frame Frank and possibly kill him turns out to be even more complicated that originally thought. Grace using a combination of skilful interrogation, her knowledge of psychiatry and behavior, and a little medical research into the poisonous properties of herbs comes up with a whopper of a solution. What she does with her information is even more surprising in an ending that is rather subversive at the time of the book's publication.

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  1. John, another very intriguing-sounding book! I really like the frame-up plot. Another to add to my very long TBR list!

  2. This one should be relatively easy to find, Bev. The book was reissued in the Harper Perennial paperback reprint series back in teh 1980s. Unlike the Dell Mapback (pictured in the post) I see the Harper reprint edition quite often in book shops all over. In fact I found two copies while I was in Minneapolis this past week.

  3. This sounds just readable enough that I think I may give it a try. Got a spare copy?

  4. John, I am getting SUCH an inferiority complex from constantly learning about books I've never heard of, much less read. Still, I enjoyed reading your wonderful review, as always. And no need to tell you (but I will anyway) I love the cover and that inside 'map' thingy.

  5. Rick -

    I think I do have another now that you mention it. It's a pretty good book. I enjoyed it even if my use of the word "devolves" may lead youi to think I didn't like the middle section. It felt that was in a different tone and style than the beginning (very strong and engaging) and the end which is nicely done and shows Grace to be quite a good detective. If I dig up a dupe, it's yours.

    Yvette -

    This "inside map thingy" is not inside at all. It's the back cover. That's why they've been nicknamed Mapbacks by collectors. One of these days I'll send you your very own Dell Mapback. Maybe a Rex Stout one if I can find one that isn't beat to hell or been used as a doorstop or abused in some other way. Most of the mapbacks I find out here are in terrible condition. Edmund Crispin's books were not published by Dell, sad to say. A Gervase Fen mapback would've been a wonderful thing to have, though.

  6. Oh, mea culpla, John. I thought those 'back covers' were afixed to the inside end papers. Don't know where I got the idea. Oh well...Thanks for setting me straight. :)

    Oh, a Nero Wolfe with a colorful backcover. Be still my beating heart. I am so immersed in Wolfe right now though I've eased a bit from talking about him on the blog. Don't want to turn it into an all Wolfe, all the time blog. Ha!

    I wouldn't mind if the book is beat up...HINT.