Twelve Horses and the Hangman’s Noose by Gladys Mitchell
published 1956
This Gladys Mitchell book is very unusual indeed – because in
terms of plot you could imagine a number of crime authors having written it. The
major point of most Mitchell books is that no-one else in or out of their right
minds would have tried to build a book round her imaginings. And certainly some
readers (me: I am a big fan of GM but…) have long ago given up trying to either
work out whodunit from clues, or even make sense of the story once the
explanation is given.
But this one is worryingly normal. It reminded me very much
of two books previously
featured by Josephine Pullein-Thompson – murder amongst the horsey
classes. (When I checked up on those two entries I immediately lifted the
picture below for this one). A boys’ grammar school is the other main focus – all of
this takes place in and around Hampshire and the New Forest, close to where
series sleuth Dame Beatrice Adela Le Strange Bradley lives. Her assistant Laura
is well to the fore. (Mrs B has become a Dame, and Laura is married to Gavin of
the Yard).
Laura likes riding, and knows all the local stables and
their owners well. So when one of the owners is – apparently – kicked to death
by his horse, she goes investigating. The dead man had the titular 12 horses,
and there are question marks over some of them. A complex tale of
substitutions, betting and racing follows. Meanwhile, the boys’ school has a
big opening ceremony, and at the end of if the body of a dead groom is
discovered. What is the connection between the school and the horses?
All these matters are of course deeply mixed up together.
Laura has a scooter which she races round on, when not on horseback, and I was
particularly pleased with the two top photographs which might represent her. She
has a lot of conversations with a lot of people, takes some child witnesses out
riding, and generally busybodies around. It makes for pleasant if not startling
reading.
Clothes are mostly riding breeches, and jeans for mucking
out, but there is also this at the inquest:
Cissie, trim in a black
costume which somehow indicated the French nationality which, up to this time,
had rarely been suspected by the village, tripped cosily into the witness-box and
took the oath in a tragic and theatrical voice.
[After due consideration, I feel I should warn that this
sentence – which would be nothing special in the work of Patricia Wentworth –
is wholly atypical. I for one would decide to read a book based on this
sentence, expecting more and better, and honestly in this case you would be
disappointed]
And another of the horsey women is ‘booked at Easter for an
equestrian act’ at a circus, and says ‘I’m going to wear breeches and boots. No
tights and spangles, thank you. I’ve insisted on that.’ Sadly we never get to
see her at the circus.
The school sections mostly consist of the staff being
horrible to each other – enjoyably so – and I liked this:
‘if foul play was not
involved, something much nastier was.’
‘Sir?’ At the Seahampton
Grammar School, sex, except for jokes in the masters’ Comon Room, was taboo.
‘Religion,’ said Mr Bond.
‘Religion?’ Mr Gadd looked
surprised. Even at School Assembly religion was almost taboo.
It is an enjoyable read, though good luck with working out anything about the plot.
Scooter 1 Tyne and wear archives 1963
Scooter 2 LSE Library
Young woman clearing a jump is from Florida memories, 1947
Children riding, State Library of Queensland
That's the thing about Mitchell, Moira - or it's how it seems to me: expect the unexpected. I honestly can't say I'm a fan of her work, but I really respect the unusual ideas she had, and I do like Mrs. Bradley. She's distinctive. The setup and premise of this one is interesting, too, but then, I like horses very much.
ReplyDeleteSchool sections probably drawn from life! I don’t know this book at all but am tempted to take a look. As you say it doesn’t sound like a typical GM.
DeleteMitchell's schools with "the staff being horrible to each other" are probably the parts of Mitchell's books with least imagination involved.
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