Bennett’s last crime novel, originally published in 1958, is in many ways her finest.
It’s certainly her most sharply focused. Alarmed that a series of anonymous threats she’s been receiving have escalated, London magazine editor Sarah Lampson asks Nancy Graham, her old roommate and colleague at Diagonal Press, to help figure out which of her former lovers is intent on killing her. But it’s already too late, for one of the candidates, artist Donald Spencer, reports to Nancy the next morning that Sarah’s dead in her bed. Determined to make sure the police don’t suspect Donald, who’s become her own boyfriend, Nancy hurries over to Sarah’s place and methodically cleans up every trace of evidence that points to Donald’s presence there. Unfortunately, her conscientious labors only ensure that she’s taken in for questioning by Detective Inspector Crewe. Despite her salt-and-pepper relationship with Sarah, Nancy is a highly sympathetic narrator, but Crewe is one sharp cookie, and he soon catches her in the first of many misstatements. When Nancy meets with the other suspects—Peter Abbott, a crook who was Sarah’s first love; Laurence Hopkins, features editor at another Diagonal magazine; and stage actor Michael Fenby, whose divorce from Sarah has just become final—the dialogue is so brittle and charged with recriminations that readers may wonder if the whole story is one round robin of interrogations. Continuing to stretch the truth to Crewe and everyone else, Nancy ultimately digs herself in so deep that Crewe brands her “the worst liar in the business.” She certainly is one of the most entertaining.
An acerbic, tightly structured whodunit that remains a brilliant example of how to do more with less.