Maybe it’s the changing of the seasons, but I am really struggling to maintain interest in a lot of what I’m reading at present. Latest victim is Murder in Blue (1937), the debut novel of Clifford Witting, whose first half flew by in a whirlwind of delightful wit and intriguing possibilities…only for me to have to drag my way through the final 60 pages to a conclusion I’d lost interest in long before. And yet this sounds like exactly my sort of thing: plenty of clever false leads, lots of intelligent speculation, an apparently simple murder made devilishly complex by Witting’s undeniable intelligence of design (c.f. Let X be the Murderer (1947)). So, wherefore the capitulation? Let’s investigate…

The recent Bodies from the Library conference will have brought Clifford Witting to everyone’s mind, so the time seems ripe to look at Let X be the Murderer (1947), the latest Witting title to be reprinted by Galileo Publishers. When Sir Victor Warringham phones the police with a story of luminous, ghostly hands trying to strangle him in the night, Detective Inspector Charlton must contend with the various facets of Warringham’s household trying to prevent him from investigating. When murder is committed in the house, however, the denizens cannot block the investigation, despite a few keeping secrets that they’d rather not have brought to light.

On the evening of 21st December, a group of carollers — or “waits”, a turn of phrase that was new to me — organised by the formidable Mrs. de Frayne are stopping and singing at prime spots in the small town of Paulsfield while collectors go door-to-door to raise money for the local hospital. Already struggling to keep to their strict timetable, things are frustrated further when Mr. Vavasour, one of the collectors, does not return from his allocated stretch of road, and so the party moves on without him, assuming that he has gone home. And later that evening, Mrs. Vavasour phones the De Fraynes to enquire after her husband, worried because he has not yet come home from the carolling…