“She was one of those women who go through life demanding to see the manager, and it would be quite easy to imagine her uttering her useful formula to St. Peter before the gates of Heaven, should any of her papers prove to be out of order” (187)
This humour is the best thing about my first Q. Patrick book.
In the book, Inspector Boot reads a novel where the police is shown as incompetent vis a vis a brilliant amateur detective and he bristles. But Inspector Boot himself is shown just as dumb as the policeman in the novel that he reads. Out-of-depth at a women’s club where an old lady is found asphyxiated to death, it is the sarcastic supercilious denizens of the club who have the last laugh at Boot’s expense. Information is withheld, important pieces of evidence suppressed and the amateur detective coolly enters the scene of crime. I kept on hoping fervently that Boot will somehow be shown to hold the trump card. It was not to be.
The last line reveal also fell totally flat as it was evident right from the first chapter.
Not a great introduction to a writer (or should it be writers?) I have heard a lot about but I hope my second read: Puzzle for Fools turns out to be better. Fingers crossed.
Have you read the book? How did you find it?
First Line: Miss Deborah Entwistle wiped a few pink traces of strawberry ice-cream from her lips and folded her napkin pensively.
Alternate Title: Murder at the Women’s City Club
First Published: 1932
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