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Book Review: TIED FOR MURDER (1943) by Cortland Fitzsimmons

2/26/2017

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PictureSpine title of Tied for Murder (1943), Lippincott U.S. edition
Musing over which title to choose for this month’s Crimes of the Century community review event, there seemed to be one irresistible criterion. As the chosen year of publication at Past Offences this month is 1943, I searched for a crime novel that was set during that turbulent and uncertain time of global war, and found Tied for Murder by Cortland Fitzsimmons, an American author and screenwriter whose mystery stories sometimes used sporting events as backdrops: 70,000 Witnesses: A Football Mystery (1932), Death on the Diamond: A Baseball Mystery (1934), Crimson Ice: A Hockey Mystery (1935).

Tied for Murder finds psychologist and suspect Percy Peacock investigating the rather gruesome death of a heartless lothario named Christopher Smaed in a school building where a first-aid class practices how to care for air raid victims. Christopher is chosen as a test subject, and he is placed onto a stretcher by, ironically, his estranged wife Gloria and a frustrated ex-girlfriend, Ruth Teale.


Ruth ties Christopher’s hands tightly on Gloria’s suggestion, and the group takes the man to a new room. But the lights go out – a blackout has been announced – and in the ensuing darkness and confusion the young man on the stretcher is forgotten about. But at least one person still remembers, because Percy soon makes a bloody discovery: he finds Christopher Smaed with his hands still bound and his throat cut.

Fitzsimmons does an admirable job building a list of suspects, each with a recognizable motive for revenge, ranging from jealousy to humiliation to blackmail to financial ruin. Added to the cast of characters are a flighty co-ed named Fanny, whom Percy nicknames Gracie, after comic radio personality Allen; Claude and Nancy Stevens, a rather unlikeable husband and wife with obviously something to hide and argue about; and Fred Hewing, whose fall at the top of a staircase during the blackout (was he tripped to create a distraction?) led to a cut on his hand. A police detective named Trenton clearly has Gloria Smaed in his sights as the murderer, so it is up to Percy and an affable deputy named Bill Dunning to prove her innocence and find the real culprit.

For me, the book (and my reaction) was a curious affair of the selected and the neglected regarding details and tonal choices. It starts with the intriguing murder-during-a-blackout premise, but after the stage is darkened for murder there is apparently no more need for references, so the author never alludes to life during wartime after Chapter Three. I had expected at least passing references to gas rationing or rubber shortages or further air raid concerns in the coastal California town, but the blackout and the first-aid training are the only details specific to the time.

Next, there was an intriguing but odd fusion of English cosy and American hard-boiled that did not quite succeed. Part of this is due to the reaction of everyone involved, who seem to take events following the initial murder – like two sprays of bullets into two different houses, the explosion of a runaway laundry truck, more fire in a backyard, and the discovery of another body – with a surprisingly calm resignation. For a tale whose amateur detective is a psychologist, I would expect the hapless citizens to show at least a few signs of inner stress and tension.

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It is a similar binary of strong and weak, of engaging and disconnecting that ultimately makes me indifferent to reading other works by Cortland Fitzsimmons. Tied for Murder is well-plotted and well-populated, and upon reaching the final chapter I recognized that it was a worthwhile fair-play entry of the genre. But it also felt disposable, with no distinct style or authorial perspective, the way many 1930s or '40s Hollywood B-pictures do. It’s by no means a waste of time to experience, but there’s precious little to put it in the ranks of the best stories from the era. The characters are a bit too flat and forgettable, the scenario not worth much beyond its initial novelty. To me, Tied for Murder is a serviceable and readable mystery story, nothing more or less, and sometimes a competent diversion is all that is needed to take one’s mind off the troubling skies.

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Book Review: UNTIL SHE WAS DEAD (1949) by Richard Hull

2/12/2017

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Synopsis: At the beginning and end of this tale, we peer into the fitful mind of Ambrose Gray, Junior Counsel for the Prosecution, who is unable to sleep on the eve of an important trial. We know that someone has been killed at 17A Elizabeth Square and someone else may be hanged for the act, but whom? The answers are provided in flashback, where we meet the players in the darkly comic tragedy.

The eccentric matron of the house, an object-dropping, exclamation-stating lady of older middle age named Yvonne de Belmont, has decided to employ a companion to help her in the afternoons. Ever the contrarian, she sets her sights on Clara Fison, a young woman whose last employer (also an elderly lady) met her death under suspicious circumstances.


Mrs. de Belmont’s unconventional choice enrages her pessimistic nephew Arthur, who openly objects to anything that would put his aunt in harm’s way, although secretly he would welcome the opportunity to remove his controlling relation. Some clumsy previous attempts to persuade his aunt to will her money to him have only strained the situation further, and she is happy to twist the knife; Fison soon moves in, and Yvonne de Belmont begins to mischievously hint that she plans to leave her fortune to her new companion.

Mrs. de Belmont’s doctor, a plummy Scot named Holmes, may be a little too eager to see her prized stamp collection – was his presentation of an obviously forged St. Lucia stamp a pretext to gain access to her books? – and, shortly thereafter, indeed a valuable postal sheet goes missing. There is also a saturnine accountant named Sumner, tasked with maintaining the ledgers for the wine merchant service begun by Yvonne de Belmont’s late husband. There appears to be irregularities with the accounts, and Sumner is not at all happy that the widow sends Clara Fison to ask some pointed questions about the profit margins.

17A Elizabeth Square has a poorly lit foyer with a double staircase leading to the rooms, and it is in this limbo location where one hapless person falls into a trap that leaves the body suspended from a rope hung through an obscured skylight. Detective Inspector Oliver approaches the strange case with an optimistic demeanor, but soon has questions. Was the victim the intended target of murder? Who placed the sweeper against the skylight pane, making the already dark foyer even more difficult to navigate? Who rang the doorbell that summoned a person to their doom? Oliver sorts out the merely eccentric from the lethally inclined, and it is now up to Ambrose Gray, Junior Counsel for the Prosecution, to deliver a verdict of guilty.

Review: The elements that are working well in this later mystery by Richard Hull tend to be the ones for which he has exceled in the past. Once again, we have a somewhat unconventional framing device, as we are given some details from a junior barrister’s point of view, but other critical information is withheld until we get into the plot proper. It’s a tactic that’s not necessary, but it does help slightly in terms of novelty of approach.

For me, it is the dark humor with which the frustrated cast of characters is drawn that holds the most appeal. Mrs. de Belmont is a great minor creation, as she speaks her inner monologue deliberately and directly aloud, a trait that either amuses or alienates her hearers, depending on their familiarity with the crafty woman. Likewise, a detail such as her dropping of items is both comical and psychological, as it is clear that she respects those (like Clara Fison) who don’t rush in to collect the test objects and come to her aid, and despises those (like her nephew) who do. The other characters are provided with enough backstory and peculiar mindsets or motives that the plot is nicely populated with suspects until the murder occurs – which is halfway through the novel, not counting Ambrose Gray’s framing scenes.

The mystery puzzle at the center, and specifically the booby trap method of murder, don’t deliver the same satisfaction, unfortunately. This is the eighth Richard Hull title I have read since first encountering his debut, 1934’s The Murder of My Aunt, and it is easily the most desultory. Somehow – perhaps because of the delayed pacing of the inevitable murder – the many dialogue scenes between characters never really engaged me. There is a lot of talk about wills and stamps and wine sales, and while the characters individually (and their ulterior motives) are interesting, the discussions sometimes were circular and stagnant. I did not have difficulty finishing Until She Was Dead, but the conversational scenes were met with growing impatience as I moved through the book.

As a reader, I am a happy suspender of disbelief when it involves Golden Age mystery stories and their often fantastical plots, but the planned murder method Hull describes here left me skeptical to say the least. The killer chooses to rig a noose near the top of a flight of stairs, and the plan is dependent on the victim tripping on a run of florist’s bass twine so that his or her head slips into the noose, and then the body manages to swing over the banister into the void between twin staircases. Hmm. I kept expecting the sheer impracticality of such a one-two-three process to be a clue in itself, such as that the victim needed to be drugged or strangled in the first place so that he/she could be maneuvered into this set of circumstances. The odds feel rather 20 to one against, and how are you guaranteed to snare the right prey?

It did send me to research floral bass string, however, which is mentioned repeatedly as the item used for both the tripping and the noose-positioning. It doesn’t appear that the term is used today, although you can purchase both florist’s twine and bass guitar strings without difficulty.

Until She Was Dead is a mixed affair: enjoyable characters, less enjoyable conversations, and an unbelievable murder method contribute to an uneven reading experience. Many thanks to the very nice librarians at Kent State University who provided access to the text of this difficult-to-find title for academic purposes.
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