“A Man Lay Dead” — Another Golden Age Classic

Ngaio Marsh (1895-1982)

Ngaio Marsh is known, according to Wikipedia, "as one of the 'Queens of Crime,' along with Agatha Christie, Dorothy L. Sayers, and Margery Allingham." Her novel A Man Lay Dead (1934) remains an amusing detective story. Although I’ve read everything by Agatha Christie, and several by Dorothy Sayers, I’m new to the other two “queens.” I’m just starting to read the Marsh series of murder mysteries featuring her famous detective Chief Inspector Roderick Alleyn.

A Man Lay Dead — introducing Alleyn — fits one of the classic types of mystery: it takes place at a country house belonging to a rich host, who has invited several guests to stay for a weekend or perhaps longer. Each one has a beautiful room with a bathroom (or maybe a shared bath) and a variety of connecting doors so that once the inevitable murder takes place, there’s a need for a lot of checking to see where each person says they were, and whose stories are believable. 

Sorry to say, other than mentioning that breakfast, luncheon, or dinner was served, there’s not really any detail about the food, which also doesn’t much seem to matter to the guests who eat it. The nearest mention is “NOBODY GOT UP very early at Frantock on Sunday mornings. Nigel, wandering down to breakfast at half-past nine, found himself alone with the sausages. He had scarcely turned his attention to the Sunday Times when he was told that a long-distance call had come through for him from London.” (p. 21)

All in all, the focus of the book is always on the mysterious murder, with the country house and the inspector providing the structure. Here are two paragraphs illustrating how the author sets up the situation at the country house when the guests and hosts are about to play the murder game, secretly selecting a murderer and a victim who will be the object of the search by the others. It’s supposed to be pretend…

“Last night Vassily gave the scarlet plaque to whichever one of us he selected as murderer. I remind you that the ‘murderer’ is to turn out the lights and sound the gong, that you are not by word or look to suggest that you have been discarded or selected by Vassily as actor for the part of assassin. The ‘murderer’ has had a day in which to formulate his plans. There—that’s all.” (p. 24)

And then… 

“‘The victim’s name,’ began Doctor Young in a business-like voice, ‘was Rankin. He was one of a party of five guests spending the week-end with Sir Hubert Handesley and his niece. They had been playing one of these new-fangled games, one called’—he paused for a second—‘called ‘Murders.’ You may have heard of it.’” (p. 34)

OOPS… it’s not all pretend. One of the players is found actually dead, and clearly, one of the others is actually a murderer. Obviously, they call the police. The carefully crafted search by Inspector Alleyn examines the Big Three: method, motive, and opportunity, as he questions both the guests and the servants to establish how the victim was stabbed, who would profit from his death, and how they might have managed to kill him. And at the end: the classic reveal —

"THE HOUSE-PARTY was assembled for the last time in the hall at Frantock." (p. 165)

Marsh condensed a lot of personalities, class-consciousness, conniving, and detecting into a rather short book!

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