Victor L. Whitechurch explains in the Foreword of this novel that he wrote it using an unusual technique. Instead of planning it out beforehand, he started it not knowing himself who the murderer would be. Now, I figured out who the murderer was at about page 50, and nothing made me doubt it, so I don’t know how that statement could be true.
Felix Nayland is relatively new to the neighborhood when he and his sister throw a big party. Part of the entertainment is the Green Albanian Band, all dressed in green jackets.
The observant young vicar, Harry Westerham, and Major Challow, the Chief Constable, are walking around the property where there’s a water feature when they spot a man in a green coat face down in the pool. They pull him out, thinking he’s a member of the band who went missing. Instead, it’s Felix Nayland stabbed in the back and wearing the performer’s green jacket.
The police think this is going to be easy—just find the performer, apparently a foreigner, and clearly the murderer. But figuring out who he is turns out to be more difficult than expected, because he was a substitute for a regular band member, and that man has no idea who he is. Also, how did Nayland end up wearing the other man’s jacket?
It seems clear that the mystery man stole a wooden box from the Nayland’s house because they find pieces of it at the crime scene. But there are other clues that make no sense.
It gradually becomes clear that the murder has something to do with an obscure South American country and its politics, but when they find Garcia, the substitute, he claims to have only come for the box, to have been caught by Nayland, and to have explained what he was doing. Then Nayland helped him leave the grounds, because Garcia saw someone he was afraid of.
Although the plot becomes complicated very quickly, I figured out the murderer almost immediately. There were some other issues with the book as well. Characterization wasn’t a big consideration, except a little bit with the vicar, who is in love with a girl who is clearly hiding something—something obvious, I thought, but he can’t figure out what it is.
And a murder has been committed at a party, but the police think it’s not necessary to question the guests—just the servants. There are a couple of instances of this, where suspects are clearly divided by class.
Altogether, I found this mystery easy to predict and a little hard to pay attention to.
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