As his seventh published novel, Inspector French and the Starvel Hollow Tragedy (1927) shows Freeman Wills Crofts again subtly altering his approach to take us through the minutiae of crime and detection, introducing a structural change which addresses the issue of “whodunnit” that these early GAD trendsetters sometimes struggled with. While you may well be aware of the guilty party from about chapter 4, rest assured that Inspector Joseph French eventually cottons onto his target at around the halfway stage, and the final third of the book is then devoted to tracing the criminal. And a lot of fun is to be had along the way.
In many regards, I can see why Curtis places this among his ten favourite Crofts novels: the conflagration that consumes Starvel, the lonely Yorkshire pile where young orphan Ruth Averill has been placed in the care of her miserly uncle Simon, and the subsequent suspicions of foul play that bring French onto the scene, is so packed with incident that Crofts barely has time to stop and indulge in his customary enjoyment of the scenery. Yes, we start out a bit HIBK with Ruth receiving an invite to visit an old family friend:
She did not know then, though she realised it afterwards, that the message he was bringing her was to be the herald of a series of terrible and tragic happenings, so dark and sinister and awful that had she foreseen them she might well have cried out in horror and dismay
…but after a fire destroys the house, trapping Simon and his servants the Ropers inside, we’re on in quick succession through Ruth’s financial ruin, the spoiling of her romance with the, er, unusually-named Pierce Whymper, and the eventual dispatch of French, a man who never met a piece of evidence he wasn’t willing to back up three different ways if he can help it.
I know the meticulous nature of French enrages some people beyond words, but the steady, intelligent, piece-by-piece accrual of evidence through methodology is something that makes my soul sing (anyone keeping track of my War on Americanisms will be interested in the sheer number of “inquiries” French makes herein). Where any number of GAD sleuths (and their authors) would be more than willing to jump to a conclusion and hold onto it until the evidence emerges to support it, the genius of French/Crofts is that even as something seems watertight there’s still intelligent space to doubt it: “absence of evidence of guilt [is not] proof of innocence” we’re reminded, and the heartening way that French acknowledges how the criminal he seeks could still step out of the shadows without a reasonable stain against their character is a salutary piece of GADing. Crofts has also invested certain events with an increased brevity here, showing a keen eye where the need for detail lies, paving the way for the devious brilliance of Sir John Magill’s Last Journey (1930) and the beautiful simplicity of its reversals a few years hence.
Plot-wise, French needs to be at the top of his game, too, especially as he is seemingly constantly aware of how his actions and conclusions may count either for or against him where promotion is concerned. Most people, faced with a confession of an hitherto-unsuspected murder, or with £500 in previously-assumed-missing bank notes, would jump in feet first, but for French it’s all part of a jigsaw comprising mysterious late-night visits, obdurate taciturnity in the face of overwhelming evidence of guilt, and many other late-Victorian holdovers which show how the genre hadn’t quite escaped its 19th century roots: it’s amusing to reflect that chapter 12 is entitled ‘A Somewhat Gruesome Chapter’ and yet the most outright gruesome event — in the same vein, and described in far greater detail — is relayed quite some pages later, almost as if an earlier warning was needed so as to let the later shenanigans pass unnoticed.
Some good character notes replace the sense of delight the outdoors usually engenders in Crofts’ work: local busybodies frequently ‘happening’ to run into French so that they can pump him for the most recent gossip, the pub landlord who never trusted Mr. Roper on account of his having a squint, Ruth’s willingness to make friends with local folk despite their low social standing, a casual mention of wartime shell-shock and gas ruining the health of a local entomologist — it’s not Dickens, but each little drop adds to the water in the glass and makes the community feel rather more rounded. It’s a tough heart indeed that doesn’t feel for Dr. Philpott’s incipient financial ruin, or couldn’t understand why a safe manufacturer would be willing to lie about the efficacy of their product for fear of lost trade. Add to this some minor contemporary touches — cocaine going out of favour as the anaesthetic of choice for dentists, say, or the police planning what information to withhold from a public inquest — and you’ve got a delightful, swift, and very enjoyable tale on your hands.
Anyone invested in the Croftsiverse, too, will enjoy the nodding reference to Mrs. Chauncey S. Root of Pittsburg from Inspector French’s Greatest Case (1924), as well as a late appearance of Inspectors Tanner and Willis who, we’re given no reason not to assume, are surely the same characters from The Ponson Case (1921) and The Pit-Prop Syndicate (1922) respectively. Though, even as a fan of such things, the most enjoyable moment for me was the Carr-esque brilliance of a quite wonderful surprise dropped very casually in, oh, let’s say the second half, which knocked this up a full rating-star all on its own merit: sure, you’ll doubtless see many of the other developments coming, but to pick up a book that’s edging on to a century in age and tear through it and glean from it such enjoyment as I did is a thrilling experience, and all part of the delight of this genre for me. Another Crofts winner, though — let’s face it — you’re not really surprised to see me say so, are you?
Aidan @ Mysteries Ahoy!: French feels driven not so much by the intellectual challenge of the puzzle but out of a desire for promotion. He is looking to prove himself and excel, making him that bit more driven in his efforts to seek out answers. He doesn’t skirt the law quite so dangerously as he does in some other early stories to achieve that end but he is certainly results-driven…. His method [of] thoroughly questioning everyone, checking every detail and comparing information is certainly present however. This can sometimes be a little frustrating such as when we follow French around comparing bank serial numbers as Crofts provides us with far too much detail of each interaction. While I understand that this allows Crofts to sometimes conceal a clue within one of those many interactions, it also makes the investigative phase feel a little slow and repetitive.
Mike Grost @ A Guide to Classic Mystery and Detection: After a pleasant opening (Chapters 1-3), I didn’t enjoy the rest of Inspector French and the Starvel Tragedy. It was dull and boring, because it lacked a clever mystery puzzle, and because its settings were generic and un-detailed. And much time was spent with some unlikable suspects – which was positively unpleasant.
Freeman Wills Crofts on The Invisible Event:
The Cask (1920)
The Ponson Case (1921)
The Pit-Prop Syndicate (1922)
The Groote Park Murder (1923)
Featuring Inspector Joseph French
Inspector French’s Greatest Case (1924)
Inspector French and the Cheyne Mystery (1926)
Inspector French and the Starvel Hollow Tragedy (1927)
The Sea Mystery (1928)
The Box Office Murders, a.k.a. The Purple Sickle Murders (1929)
Sir John Magill’s Last Journey (1930)
Mystery in the Channel, a.k.a. Mystery in the English Channel (1931)
Sudden Death (1932)
Death on the Way, a.k.a. Double Death (1932)
The Hog’s Back Mystery, a.k.a. The Strange Case of Dr. Earle (1933)
The 12.30 from Croydon, a.k.a. Wilful and Premeditated (1934)
The Mystery on Southampton Water, a.k.a. Crime on the Solent (1934)
Crime at Guildford, a.k.a. The Crime at Nornes (1935)
The Loss of the ‘Jane Vosper’ (1936)
Man Overboard!, a.k.a. Cold-Blooded Murder (1936)
Found Floating (1937)
The End of Andrew Harrison, a.k.a. The Futile Alibi (1938)
Antidote to Venom (1938)
Young Robin Brand, Detective (1947)
The 9.50 Up Express and Other Stories [ss] (2020) ed. Tony Medawar
20 thoughts on “#584: Inspector French and the Starvel Hollow Tragedy (1927) by Freeman Wills Crofts”
It’s been a while since my last Crofts, and I believe that Starvel Hollow looks to be my next. Plus any book that has a “Mrs. Chauncey S. Root of Pittsburg(h)” (being a Pittsburgh girl I had to add the haich😉) is a must read in my book.
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Oh, sorry, did I misspell that? I shall go back in and correct it forthwith!
Also, Mrs. Chauncey S. Root actually features rather more in Inspector French’s Greatest Case; here she’s just sort of mentioned once and done with. It’s not like the need to have read that earlier book to understand the reference — this is the Golden Age, connectivity between books ain’t no thing — but I’d hate for you to feel misled when you get there 🙂
It’s OK. Those of us from the ‘burgh (and yes we do call it) that aren’t offended by missing h’s. We just add them when we talk…like…I’ll be going dahntahn (downtown) today 😜.
So I went back and checked — because, while my typing is diabolical, I do know how to spell and was surprised that I messed this up — and it is written without the “h” in all three of my versions of this book. Which is odd, no? I think for that alone I’m going to leave it (misspelled) as is, but it’s curious if nothing else, right?
Or, as usual, is it just me who’s interested in this sort of thing?
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If that’s the way it is in the books please leave it. And no you’re not the only one…I’m always picking up on little quirks I find. I do believe some are intentional (such as Van Dine’s clews which drove me insane when I read Scarab), while others are regional…as when I keep seeing the word connexion. Is it really spelled that way in Britain…or is Google lying to me?
I must confess, I am a fan of “clew” and — yes, pretentiously — use it whenever I can (I write “clewing” a lot because my brain fritzes every time I have to pick between “cluing” and “clueing”…they both look wrong!!).
“Connexion” is antiquated, not something I’ve seen in the UK possibly ever. I believe I’ve only ever encountered it in books. My favourtie example of thins is that to “make love” most certainly did not mean in 1930 what it means today — boy, was that a surprise!
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I’m not a Crofts enthusiast, but this one is excellent. The problem really is absorbing, there are several neat false theories and reversals, and there’s period charm. It’s also, as you point out, swift, by Crofts’s standards; it’s tight, crisp, and can almost be read in a couple of sittings. That early run from The Cask through Sir John Magill’s Last Journey is largely strong (bar clunkers like Pit-Prop); it’s from the ’30s that Crofts becomes pedestrian.
IIRC, Sir John Magill’s Last Journey was the first book Crofts wrote as a full-time writer — he still worked as a railway engineer for the first tranche of his career. So you think him a better writer when he was actively distracted by other things like a day job — and now I’m fascinated to see what I make of his later work when I get to it.
Last Journey is certainly a far more ornate piece of plotting — hot damn, the puzzle in that book 😍 — so I wonder if freeing himself up to concentrate more on mechanics is what made him less appealing to your tastes, Nick. I’ve only read Hog’s Back and Antidote to Venom from his later career, and can absolutely see how the excess of plot and counter-plot of the former would be rather tedious to some. Hmmm. Expect a thesis on this very point once I’ve read a suitable volume, and thanks for bringing it to my attention.
This is also one of my favourite Crofts, together with The Cask and The Loss of the Jane Vosper. (And I seem to be in a minority in quite liking The Pit-Prop Syndicate.) However, I can’t say that I spotted the killer as early as you did.
And I would never have thought of “inquiry” as an Americanism – I just thought it was an alternate spelling. (My Chambers dictionary says “chiefly N. Am” so there seems some doubt about it).
Pit-Prop is unfairly maligned, I agree. It’s easily 40 pages too long, but there’s a lot of detail in there that the modern reader is able to take for granted — tapping a phone line, for instance — and I think Crofts was just enjoying being able to fill out his milieu as fully as possible.
As to the killer here…well, I don’t suppose everyone spots the same thing at the same time. I was completely out-foxed by the surprise at the end of Inspector French’s Greatest Case and I’ve no doubt many people would see that coming a mile and a half away. To each their own blindness!
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I got completely foxed by the final twist in Starvel … till then it seemed fairly solid but unexceptional outing for French …but the unexploded mills bomb did shatter my illusions !That twist elevates it to the level of Magill and Channel/Hogs back in my opinion (Criteria being my enjoyment only)
Everyone seems to hate pit-prop as long and boring…considering I did not get bored by the cask or the adventure of Cheyne,do you think I should try pit-prop as well ? I have avoided it till now even though its cheaper than the others ..
You’re far enough into your reading of Crofts to know how a potentially duff book is going to affect you — so go on that, I suppose. I think Pit-Prop is fascinating in many ways, not least the deliberate comparison between amateur and professional investigators, but I also found it probably 40 pages too long and a little unsure of how to get where it wanted to go at times. Now you’ve read Magill and Starvel you’ll have some idea of how great Crofts came to be, and thus this youthful fencing might simply be interesting rather than frustrating and off-putting.
It seems to me from your reactions to what you’ve read that you’re likely to want to read much more Crofts in the future, so Pit-Prop now at least gets it out of the way and might just provide an unexpected delight. you can turn it into an albatross that’s always dogging your thoughts, or you can read it and find out what you think about it. My tendency is for the latter, but then I’ve always been a simple soul at heart 🙂 Whatever you opt for, I wish you happy future Crofts reading…!
True..till now I have not read a Crofts that I really disliked or thought a waste of time . Next up is Crime at Guildford … starting tonight ..:)
I enjoyed this one a lot, although I thought French was very slow in picking up on one key idea that seemed pretty obvious to me.
Well, you’ve read more detective fiction than he has, John… 🙂
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Incidentally, I wonder why the publishers have changed the title of this book? I can understand changing the original title to include the detective’s name (e.g. “Inspector French and the Sea Mystery”), but in this case they’ve inserted “Hollow” into the original title for no obvious reason.
I did a bit of research on this, because I was wondering the same thing before I read it, and the “Hollow” is in the American title. Interestingly, both “the Starvel tragedy” and “the Starvel Hollow tragedy” are used several times throughout — so either country could have just picked a lane and stuck with it.
To make things even more complicated, Fatal Venture (1939) has the alternative title Tragedy in the Hollow — now surely that’s just someone looking to create trouble…!
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