#203: Oil Under the Window (1936) by Norman Berrow

oil-under-the-windowNorman Berrow writes great policemen.  His other characters are very good — he has Agatha Christie’s ability to give you an archetype plus enough to be quietly, subtly powerful — but his policemen are superb.  After reading three later Berrows featuring Inspector Lancelot Carolus Smith and his lackeys, I’m leaping back to Berrow’s second novel here, and well before the halfway point I was lamenting the fact that this seems to be the only case calling on Superintendent Mellish, Inspector Sennet, and the delightfully earnest Constable Ensor.  They take a standard Country House Mystery and transform it through their cheek, cleverness, and camaraderie into something that feels like the start of a very promising career indeed.  Alas, not to be.

In the small village of Wincham — note the same pronunciation as the setting of the Smith novels, albeit spelled differently — Sir Julius Rutter receives a note from a criminal styling themselves ‘The Black’ warning of their intention to steal a valuable piece of jewellery in Sir Julius’ possession (it’s not unlike Max Afford’s Owl of Darkness in this regard).  In true GAD nobleman style, this is disdained, and then of course the theft occurs, complete with an attempt on Sir Julius’ life and, well, a host of other events to go with it.  Cue Sennet and Ensor, the local bobbies, and then, when the case appears beyond their abilities, the summoning of Scotland Yard man Melling.  Shenanigans ensue.

Quick — name a GAD trope.  Yup, that’s probably in here.  From various suspicious outbuildings, an abandoned lodge house, and the uptight sister of the resident pain-in-the-arse baronet to curious footprints, clues that point nowhere, and a late night vigil that isn’t as successful as intended, it’s all here, and there’s a huge amount of comfort from not just encountering them but also in how well Berrow works them into his setup.  And rather than simply relying on you knowing all the tropes and what to expect, he does a great job setting mood and scenes, from the calm and sleepy Wincham where “the nearest approach to a villain … was Sam Gubbin, an incurable, intermittent inebriate” to the pecuniary attitude of Sir Julius who “invariably economised on other people first”, there’s a command of brevity that it’s difficult not to enjoy.

The cast is appropriately closed — along with those three policemen, there are three people living in the house, plus a handful of servants — and in these conditions it’s possible for a fair proportion of readers to hit on the guilty party through sheer statistics.  Anyone who spots outright exactly what was going on the whole time is better at this than me, because the finger of suspicion points in so many directions (often more than one at a time, given some of the clues) that I’d be surprised if Providence herself weren’t a little dizzy and footsore at times.  Add a semi-impossible aspect to the crimes, and a vanishing not unlike that in Gaston Leroux’s The Mystery of the Yellow Room, and you’re set for a grand old time.

However, this is only Berrow’s second novel, and as such he’s going to drop a ball or two.  As with The Spaniard’s Thumb and elements of The Bishop’s Sword, his resolution of the impossibilities is workmanlike and too simplistic given the interesting context in which he establishes them.  Equally, while he shows a very firm hand with some obscure clues, the joining of all the points come the end requires a couple of stretches that would beleaguer even the most ardent recidivist.  None of this is enough to ruin the book, and in spite of it failing to earn a place in the top drawer I’d argue it’s still well worth the time of anyone with more than a passing interest in this kind of thing, but considering the company Berrow was keeping at this time (the previous couple of years had seen Christie’s Murder on the Orient Express and Three-Act Tragedy, Carr’s Plague Court Murders and The Hollow Man, Queen’s The Lamp of God, and Rex Stout’s The League of Frightened Men…and that’s off the top of my head) some temperance is called for lest we get too carried away.

But I do so enjoy Berrow, and I fully intend to read the remaining 16 books of his that Ramble House have put out.  He has a firm grasp of setting, never sells you short on his female characters, and writes like a dream.  And, consider, it’s arguable that the roots of Lancelot Carolus Smith & Co. were sown here, and time spent with anything approaching that bunch of fine young men is never wasted.

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As fabulously weird as Gavin L. O’Keefe’s cover is, I can’t say it really matches the conventional nature of the story herein; nevertheless, I submit it for the Vintage Cover Scavenger Hunt 2017 at My Reader’s Block under the category Shadowy or Ghostly Figure.

For the Follow the Clues Mystery Challenge, Saturday’s The Vampire Tree links to this as both start on a train.

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The novels of Norman Berrow, published by Ramble House (with an attempt at making the various series clear):

The Smokers of Hashish (1934) [feat. Bill Hamilton]
Oil Under the Window (1936)
The Secret Dancer (1936) [feat. Richard Courtenay]
It Howls at Night (1937) [feat. Bill Hamilton]
One Thrilling Night (1937) [feat. Richard Courtenay]
The Terror in the Fog (1938) [feat. Bill Hamilton]
Fingers for Ransom (1939) [feat. Michael & Fleur]
Ghost House (1940)
Murder in the Melody (1940) [feat. Michael & Fleur]
Words Have Wings (1946) [feat. Michael & Fleur]
The Three Tiers of Fantasy (1947) [feat. Lancelot Carolus Smith]
The Bishop’s Sword (1948) [feat. Lancelot Carolus Smith]
The Singing Room (1948) [feat. Michael & Fleur]
The Spaniard’s Thumb (1949) [feat. Lancelot Carolus Smith]
Don’t Go Out After Dark (1950) [feat. Lancelot Carolus Smith]
The Footprints of Satan (1950) [feat. Lancelot Carolus Smith]
The Eleventh Plague (1953) [feat. J. Montague Belmore]
Don’t Jump Mr. Boland! (1954) [feat. J. Montague Belmore]
The Lady’s in Danger (1955)
The Claws of the Cougar (1957)
Ghost House (1979) [I am not clear on how this relates to the 1940 book of the same name…]

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8 thoughts on “#203: Oil Under the Window (1936) by Norman Berrow

  1. Thanks for the review… 🙂 I believe you mentioned that you purchased a stack of Berrow novels? What else is on your TBR pile by Berrow, and what’s next? Fender Tucker recommended ‘One Thrilling Night’ to me as a good puzzle.

    Looking forward to your next review on Melville! 🙂

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    • Next up I have the two Richard Courtenay books — The Secret Dancer and, yes!, One Thrilling Night. I won’t necessarily get to them immediately, but I would think I’ll at least do the first before the summer and definitely the second before the end of the year.

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  2. All the above books are available as ebooks (mobi or epub) at Ramble House for 6 dollars each.

    Regarding Ghost House, the 1979 edition is a revised and edited version (published in USA) of the 1940 edition. There is a lot of talkiness and overwriting in the 1940 edition which have been removed from the 1979 edition. Also some dubious use of English slang in 1940 edition which have been corrected.
    In fact, the 1940 edition contains 20,000 more words than the 1979 edition.

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    • Twenty-thousand words?! That is quite an editing job! Thanks, Santosh, this is great — would make a realy interesting comparison to see how these stack up side-by-side.

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  3. I enjoyed the book though I agree that the resolution of the impossibilities is too simplistic.

    SPOILER ALERT

    In particular, I detested the secret passage thing.

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  4. Really pleased you are going to be reviewing Death of Anton on your blog. It earned a rare 5/5 rating from me I think. It was good reading about another Berrow book, as I have somewhat neglected him since I reviewed The Bishop’s Sword last year. Which one would you recommend I try next?

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    • I don’t think I have enough of an overview of Berrow’s books to make an informed recommendation yet. The Footprints of Satan is easily my favourite of the four I’ve read, but I’m not convinced it’d quite be your kind of thing.

      Dunno — does anyone else who’s read TFoS think Kate’d like it? Anyone?

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