This 1935 novel would not be widely read nowadays, being hard to find, anyway. The world is familiar with the story mainly through the 1980 BBC telemovie of the same name.
It is, in fact, a delightful book that I have loaned to a number of people (risky!) who found it equally as rewarding to read as I did.
A middle-class Englishman Peter Inglewood murders by poison the wife he is unhappily married to. He is found out. He flees, knowing that he must face the prospect of a trial and being hung if he is found guilty. Most readers know that from the outset. The story is related in such a fashion that it examines the thoughts, attitudes and motives that inspired him to commit the crime believing that he could get away with it.
The reader's interest is embraced by pure curiosity and the satisfaction of it as the author skillfully reveals an amazing progression of facts detailing how the murder was carried out, how suspicion of Inglewood became aroused and how the police identified the crime. That first half of the book is relatively slow-moving. The second half, detailing the manhunt, capture and trial becomes rather more blistering. A somewhat laborious tale turns into a fantastic thriller.
The story has two key strengths. One is the enormous interest of the facts divulged as the plot develops. The other is the amazingly reality of it's content. Is it a fiction? apparently so, but one so faultlessly realistic that it could well be a documentary.
I rated this book 9.5 out of ten.