Puzzle for Players by Patrick Quentin
published 1938
Puzzle for Fools by
Patrick Quentin
published 1936
I’ve read a few books by this author, but never really kept
track of reading in order or working out the story of the writers hidden behind
the pen-name, which eg might change to Q Patrick.
Luckily for all of us, crime fiction expert (and friend)
Curtis Evans does keep track of everything, and helpfully has a recent post on
this author, full of information and links:
In a recent discussion of theatrical mysteries, Puzzle
for Players was mentioned, so here we go. A chance to use my new special
logo for one of my favourite genres:
It has some of the best elements – a Broadway theatre, a
play in rehearsal, the demanding older actress with a young man fluttering
round her, weird guys at the stage door, a sinister ex-husband hanging round.
And all kinds of things are going wrong: a possible ghost,
a broken mirror, a creepy cat - just
your usual everyday items. It is a very complex plot, with some separate
strands working together, and everyone being open about their loves and
problems and secrets, which prevents a lot of time-wasting. There is a coffin on
stage, so we kind of know where that’s going: the question being, who is going
to be in it?
Two distinguished European gents meet up with each other;
Wesler gripped Dr Lenz’ hand.
I shall never forget that titanic moment when beard met beard. It was like
Jupiter and Wotan getting together at some celestial convention.
There is also a charming British character actress, Theo,
who wears tweeds and falls in love all too easily.
Peter, our hero and sleuth and director of the play, has to
visit her in the early hours of the morning:
She was sitting up in bed,
wearing very severe white pajamas. She looked rather wonderful, like Lady
Gwendolne Marchbanks, the haughty British heroine of a pre-war romance.
[Editorial note: where was her
bedjacket?]
She was earlier able to understand an overheard
conversation because luckily
‘I picked up some German when I played Shaw in Vienna.’
I was particularly reminded me of Helen McCloy’s
Cue
for Murder by Helen McCloy
& Trial in Three Acts by
Guy Morpuss
And also a great favourite story, and a treasured entry
from the past:
Eurovision,
Saki, and the Big Borzoi: 'everyone singing like mad'
Mirabelle Rue, the grand dame actress, is very like Cousin
Teresa, and has a big borzoi. (that sounds like a risque euphemism, but isn’t)
Everyone seems to be either blackmailing, being
blackmailed, or having pressure put on them. There are some good secrets to be
revealed. The play they are rehearsing sounds entertainingly fabulously
dreadful, and also has some echoes of the offstage plot.
What more could you want from a theatrical mystery?
John Norris has done an excellent review of this book here
Pretty
Sinister Books: Puzzle for Players - Patrick Quentin
all-purpose pajama picture
The narrator, Peter Duluth, a Quentin regular, keeps
mentioning that his wife burned to death in a theatre while playing Juliet, so
I assumed that the previous book
Puzzle
for Fools
would be the story of that death, crime etc, and thus another theatrical mystery, so I read that
one next.
But not at all – as far as I know, the Juliet incident is
never explained. In fact Peter has fallen into alcoholic despair about the
death, and is in a sanitarium recovering.
And before we know where we are, there are a huge range of
staff and patients all being threatened, hearing voices, and suffering massive
meltdowns in the middle of the night. Peter most certainly not excluded.
There is an intrinsic creepiness in the setting, or as
Peter puts it, ‘there is something about an empty passage in a sanitarium –
something bleak and forbidding.’
There are a lot of incidents, a lot going on, and there is
also a young woman whom Peter is very interested in. I don’t think it is a
#spoiler to say she is not going to be culprit or victim because she appears in
Puzzle for Players.
Peter will get her a part in the play. He can tell she will
be a swell actress by the way she mops the floor. We, the readers, just
have to take it on trust.
Peter has some good lines: ‘Apparently there’s no-one who
inspires more gratuitous confidences than an alcoholic in a mental home.’
When someone is found dead:
“Do you think it’s murder?”
“My stage training has taught
me that people who are found trussed up in grotesque positions are always the
victims of some dastardly crime.”
He also acts like a complete idiot in trying to try out a word association trick on suspects. This is
something Clothes in Books wholly disapproves of, as explained, with
examples, in this post
The
Man in the Moonlight by Helen McCloy
The whole thing was like a less terrifying version of Dennis
Lehane’s fabulous Shutter Island (book and film): Quentin made excellent use of
the atmosphere and there was nifty/nasty use of straitjackets.
Iris tips up in a purple evening dress at the sanitarium
party: that’s not a common colour to find, and I had just used one up in this
post, where the point was its revealing cut, so have nicked it from there
Undertakers
from London to Broadway
She also gets a go at white silk pajamas, in which ‘ she
looked like a particularly health angel, a sort of celestial hockey captain’.
I enjoyed the books, and will eventually move on to the
later Puzzle books.
Picture of a 1930s NY rehearsal
Three women in daywear
Daywear and sportswear ensembles - NYPL Digital Collections
All purpose pajama picture – actually Ginger Rogers.
Other Quentin books on the blog:





Really enjoyed this point, Moira. Took me right back to my teenage years reading the Quentin / Jonathan Stagge / Q Patrick books. Once Wheeler joined Webb in 1936 with the first Duluth book, I was won over by the down-to-earth characterisation and emphasis on realism (in the psychology of the characters at least) that seemed really refreshing. The development of the relationship between Peter and Iris is surprisingly realistic given the era.
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ReplyDeleteI've read and enjoyed Puzzle for Fools, but not Puzzle for Players. It sounds right up my street. Love the bits you quoted! Chrissie
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