The big nose with a wart on its side seemed to stretch forth in anxious assessment of the strength and fragrance of the brew. Hopjoy was Here is the best of the novels so far in the series so I have no hesitation in recommending it as a good read. Instead, you come away feeling like there is so much to say, how could it be encapsulated in fewer words? There are some long run-on sentences that make it harder to listen to it aloud and still be able to follow the meaning. I love how Colin Watson starts his books because he just drops you into the drama without preamble and the first mystery the reader has to solve is what the heck happened, in this case, to cause an entire tub to be removed as police evidence. One has to understand the very real threat and paranoia that took over England in the post-war years, particularly with the increasing threat from Soviet aggression, nuclear threats and the potential for what were once seemingly innocuous tenants in a house where, not surprisingly, other tenants are now missing. This is a great English whodunit. I am coming to love this series and Hopjoy Was Here, the third, is another good one.
The mysterious Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dee, aka Ross and Pumphrey show up to butt into the police investigation, all hush hush. The is a lot of wry, witty, satirical humor as well as vivid descriptions and personification. And what he finds is not only disturbing, it seems the killer very nearly got away with it. Like the other books in the series, this entry sees Inspector Purbright on the hunt for a potential murderer. Hopjoy Was Here is the third in the and another winner in 's classic English crime procedural. And you must be laughing by now. There is no body though a crime is suspected to have taken place in the bath, a possible acid bath.
Whatever happened, the police hope some of these traces will lead to answers. Colin Watson had an interesting way of describing his characters and situations--with a wry sense of humor, biting his tongue, fully descriptive yet not revealing all. Periam thinks nothing of Hopjoy's absence as thee were frequent and sometimes lengthy. And we discover the truth at almost the same time and have much the same reaction as him. This mystery, the third in the series, is quite a convoluted case because there is no body, just hints that a crime may have been committed.
It all comes together in the end for a somewhat shocking conclusion. The plot is full of cross and double-cross. . The village characters are the best part. Recommends This Book I would like to thank Netgalley and Farrago for an advance copy of Hopjoy was Here, the third police procedural in the Flaxborough Mystery series, originally published in 1962. It seems that someone has been murdered: dissolved in acid, if you will; and Purbright knows that two men lived in the home - Periam and Hopjoy - but since neither can be found, he has no idea which it was.
Cadence is the eldest granddaughter of the beautiful and privileged. Hopjoy was heavily in debt as well owing respectable sums to all types of merchants in the village. All books are in clear copy here, and all. I am looking forward to reading more in this series. The novel opens with the local constabulary removing a bath from 14 Beatrice Avenue, home of Gordon Piriam and his paying guest Brian Hopjoy. And what he finds is not only disturbing, it seems the killer very nearly got away with it.
His people and places are remarkable, too. Recommends This Book This is the third book in Flaxborough Mystery series that republished in 2018 originally published in 1962. He and Purbright play off of each other perfectly. What they discover leads to the sight of four burly policeman manhandling a bath down the front path of the villa and the police digging around in the drain. Looking forward to reading his next books in the series.
Inspector Purbright and Sergeant Love are right on top of this one. Who was given a sulfuric acid bath in the house mentioned in the anonymous letter received by the Flaxborough police? Like the other books in the series, this entry sees Inspector Purbright on the hunt for a potential murderer. Of course, the underestimated detective is a bit of a cliche nowadays but it works well in this novel as it gives Mr Watson the opportunity to flesh out the minor characters through their convesations with him and concentrate on the plotting. How can one of their colleagues have been murdered in such a bland, provincial town? This is the third book in the series and a very good entry indeed. Thanks to Farrago Books for bringing them back in new editions, and also to NetGalley for an advance copy. It was Pumphrey, though, who spoke first.
For the entirety of the book, the readers are led by the hand along a garden path, as are, indeed, the police. Even amongst the locals, few characters seem to talk plainly but instead speak in double meanings and misdirection. I am starting to get the feel for this series. It's a brilliant parody with the scene in the snooker hall a particular favourite. The writing is the highlight of the book. But just as they are getting started a couple of Secret Service guys show up claiming that one of the men, Hopjoy, is a spy working in All the neighbors are watching as the Flaxborough police remove a bathtub from a local home.
And who is breaking into the offices of the Handclasp House, a matrimonial agency? Nice Gordon Periam, the mild-mannered tobacconist, and his rather less nice in fact a bit of a bounder lodger Brian Hopjoy had apparently shared the house amicably. Whatever the description, 'delightfully entertaining' is the result. Is it the missing milquetoast tobacconist, Gordon Periam, who owns the property, or his fly-by-night lodger, Hopjoy? But just as they are getting started a couple of Secret Service guys show up claiming that one of the men, Hopjoy, is a spy working in the area. Periam is missing, as is his boarder, Brian Hopjoy. Warlock - rose and slipped his restless hands into his trouser pockets, where they continued to rummage like inquisitive mice. What a joy this novel is to read.