"Doctor Cockaigne" by N.E. Davies (Methuen, 1930)

Found on the "Vintage" table at the Lifeline Bookfair.  It appears to be a first (and only?) edition, and wonder of wonders, it has its dust jacket intact!

PROFESSOR SARQUE is found dead at his private laboratory at Berkeley College, killed by an overdose of a new alkaloid which he had recently discovered.  Is his death accident, suicide—or murder?  For those who seek thrills, here are thrills in plenty.  For those who would exercise their wits, here is a wonderful opportunity.

Just a quick note before I start: I left this blog dormant for a while because I wasn't sure what to do with it.  On the one hand, you're not supposed to judge a book by its cover.  On the other hand, I was buying these vintage books for their covers (or dust jackets in the case of hardbacks!)  So I decided I'd split my commentary into two parts: "Judging the Cover" and "Judging the Book".  Of course I'm going to add my usual snippets of random snark as I go along!

So to begin...

Judging the Cover

And my, what a fascinating cover we have to kick off with!  There's drama galore as a sinister man appears to be about to hurl an unconscious young woman off the parapets of a castle.  Is he a criminal mastermind?  A mad scientist?  The villain's hapless henchman?  Who is the young woman, and how did he get hold of her?  This dust jacket could easily double as a contemporary movie poster advertising a horror film.  From Universal Studios, maybe, and staring Boris Karloff...

Judging the Book

The "Methuen Clue Stories" series was set up to discover and publish new authors.  Dr Cockcaigne is therefore N.E. Davies' first—and possibly only—book.   It has the sort of faults a novice writer produces: improbable incident piled on improbable incident, and enough coincidences to supply the complete works of Dickens!  On the other hand, it moves at a fast and entertaining pace and there's an excellent surprise twist at the end.  I had to go through the book again once I'd read it to realise the clues had been there all along, and I'd missed them!

The Valley of the Ghosts by Edgar Wallace (Pan, 1959)

Another Lifeline Bookfair find:

Something brooding...

something evil....

'There's something evil about it, he said.  'Queer word for me to use, MacLeod, eh?  They touch your elbow as you walk—ghosts!  That's how I've named it the Valley of the Ghosts.  Go and stay a day or so in Beverley Green and smell it for yourself—something brooding...'

DR ANDREW MACLEOD, pathologist and detective extraordinare, was never one to refuse a challange...

The Toff Goes Gay by John Creasey (Hodder and Stoughton, 1955)

All right, I bought this one solely for its title.  Childish, I know!

Why was a terrified French girl found wandering in London's East End?  Was she really frightened or was she pretending?  The Toff was called upon to answer both questions. . . .

      A man who knew the truth was murdered in the East End.  A Mayfair woman, afraid for her life, yielded up a part of the answer.  But the Toff had to go to Paris and be furiously gay in the face of death before he fitted the final piece into the grim puzzle.

Also: is it just me, or does the girl on the front cover only have one leg?

Murder Most Foul by John Creasey (Corgi, 1973)

Grabbed, with a bagful of miscellaneous stuff, at the last Lifeline Bookfair:

Felicity Deverall, Patrick Dawlish's fiancee, was missing, presumed kidnapped.  The note had told Dawlish to go to the Ley Farm Cottage fast--and alone.

Dawlish hesitated: it could be a trap...but he decided to go and find out and climbed into his car.  He was reaching for his ignition key when he heard a voice through the open window: "Don't start your car.  Don't start your car."

Then a car drove off.
Puzzled, Dawlish sat holding the wheel, then he got out, walked to the front and lifted the bonnet.
It was a small container, no bigger than a matchbox, but had Dawlish turned the ignition, it would have blown him to bits.
A PATRICK DAWLISH THRILLER

 I've got to admit I bought this one just for its cover.  The dark woods in the background, the bright green grass in the foreground and the lonely figure sneaking across the centre of the picture drew me straight in.  It's nice to see that in an era when tacky photo covers abounded, there were still publishers prepared to release paperbacks with proper cover art!

The Toff Takes Shares by John Creasey (Hodder, 1965)

A local bookshop obtained a lot of vintage paperbacks by John Creasey, and all in near-mint condition!

 

An unexpected female passenger introduces the Toff to one of the most complicated and violent cases of his career.  The shares of a large London store are crashing, and amidst gripping excitement the Toff turns stockbroker to find out why.

And no wonder the shares in this "large London store" are crashing!  There are many and varied problems behind the scenes--including blackmail, embezzlement, kidnapping and murder.  In addition to all this--the book being originally published in the post-War austerity year of 1948--the owner is up to his neck in the black market.  How will the Toff manage to sort out the victims from the villains? 

Fool the Toff by John Creasey (Hodder & Stoughton, 1954)

 

Was "Love's Matrimonial Agency" a racket shop?  Jane Abbott met her husband there and he vanished--her money with him.  The Toff went to see Miss Love and found a most remarkable woman.  Then there was Jeremiah Matt, an equally remarkable man.  In fact the Toff met many new acquaintances and one of them made a fool of him.  Others... died.

This blurb is taken from the half-title page, as the back cover is filled with an advertisement:

 

Every once in a while I stumble across one of these on a secondhand bookstall.

As for the Toff--as the title of this book says, he is indeed fooled!  In the end, all the mysteries contained therein are  solved by his "man", Jolly--which is not what you expect of a story with a crime-fighting gentleman hero!

Corpse at the Carnival by George Bellairs (Thriller Bookclub, 1958)

Another Lifeline Bookfair treasure!

 

In his latest thriller, George Bellairs takes us back to the lovely and haunting Isle of Man.

It is holiday time in Douglas, and a carnival crowd engulfs a solitary, elderly man, who is peacefully gazing out to sea.  When the procession passes, the old man quietly dies.  He is found to have a knife wound in his back.  He is, at first, merely an anonymous victim, known casually to a few locals as Uncle Fred.  Superintendent Littlejohn, called to visit his old friend the Rev. Caesar Kinrade, Archdeacon of Man, on his way home from a police conference in Dublin, is asked by his comrade Inspector Knell, of the Manx C.I.D., to give him a hand in the case, unofficially.

As the inquiry progresses, Uncle Fred is virtually brought to life again by Littlejohn.  The lost years of his past are found again, his friends and his foes appear, the events leading up to his strange death fall in line and, gradually, the picture of the murderer appears.

What Happened to the Corbetts by Nevil Shute (Pan, 1970)

 

When war came to Southampton, no one expected it to be like this - least of all the Corbetts.  Their home a ruin without gas, electricity or water, no milk for the baby, typhoid and cholera a daily threat, and bombs from the sky a nightly terror.

In a desperate attempt to save their children, Joan and Peter begin a heart-stirring journey that exchanges the dangers on land for the darkness and waste of the sea...

Written in 1938, this moving and dramatic novel of simple heroism shows a master storyteller and modern prophet at his irresistible best.

This is an oddity--a "future war" story about the Second World War... published a year before the actual war began.  So it's interesting to read this in hindsight and compare it with real life events--which were both better and worse than depicted here.  Better, because British civilians were better prepared for the Blitz and subsequent upheavals when the bombing eventually began.  Worse, because the author clearly didn't imagine how ruthless the Nazis would be and how quickly they'd steamroller over Europe.  (It's quite clear from the text that Europe is not under enemy occupation when the attack on Britain begins.)

One last really strange thing to note--though it's quite clear who the author sees as "the enemy" in this book, they are never named!