On the 23rd May, 1942, somewhere between ten and twelve at night, one man visited another at Button’s Hotel, Charing Cross. The visitor vanished into the black-out. In the morning the man he visited was found dead - murdered. No clue exists as to the dead man's identity, leaving the police with no lead whatsoever. On the 23rd May 1942 at midnight, Palliser, a government agent, left London on the train to the West Country and has not since been seen. The only clue to his disappearance was a communication chord pulled in an empty carriage… Could the two things be connected? That is what Philip Tolefree must find out. Originally published in 1944, this is a vintage British murder mystery written and set in wartorn England.
Robert Alfred John Walling (11 January 1869, Exeter – 4 September 1949 Plympton) was an English journalist and author of detective novels, who signed his works "R. A. J. Walling".
Jack Reacher eat your heart out. Tolefree and Palliser are perfect for our modern age. Even James Bond is just getting round to the spy with empathy. Fleming must have read this book. Witty dialogue that never reveals too much. A cracking pace. Lots of characters but no confusion as to who is who. Mostly men. One token female. More of a thriller than a whodunnit. I was surprised I liked it so much.