A pair of threatened deaths explode into a mind-bogglingly complex series of murders in this impossible-crime saga appropriately set in the run-up to Christmas 1938.
Victor Silvius has been confined to The Grange, the private sanatorium run by Dr. Jasper Moncrieff, ever since he attacked Justice Sir Giles Drury with a knife nine years ago because he was convinced the judge had poisoned Gloria Crain, the law clerk Victor loved. But his sister, Caroline, tells Inspector George Flint that neither the attack nor Victor’s diagnosis of mental illness warrants his death at the hands of an anonymous correspondent who’s been threatening him. Even as Caroline is making her plea, the judge’s wife, Lady Elspeth Drury, dispatches Jeffrey Flack, her son by her first marriage, to Flint’s sometime collaborator, professional illusionist Joseph Spector, asking him to meet with her so she can urge him to save her husband from the death threats he’s received from none other than Victor Silvius. The corpse discovered soon afterward, stabbed to death in the middle of a frozen lake, isn’t that of Drury or Victor, but once the floodgates have opened—there’ll be a total of five more victims, some of them killed in remarkably ingenious ways—there’s no guarantee that either of them will survive. Working once more with Flint, Spector traces the clues to the killer, solves the mystery, and then does it again and again, incorporating new twists and new depths each time. To bolster his Golden Age credentials, Mead supplies a dramatis personae, a family tree, two floor plans, a challenge to the reader, and dozens of footnotes referencing earlier clues that even the most alert readers will have missed.
A lovely valentine to Mead’s idol, John Dickson Carr, and even more to Clayton Rawson’s tales of The Great Merlini.