Coroner’s Pidgin

coronerBeginning my reposting of my scripts from Why I Really Like This Book, this is a lucky dip from the vaults: Coroner’s Pidgin by Margery Allingham. It was the last classic detective fiction novel of the Five Great Reads miniseries.

I’ve been reading some great detective novels from the 1930s and 1940s, because this is my favourite kind of comfort fiction. Novels from this period are called ‘classic’ because they established the form, they invented the modern idea of detection in fiction, and because they brought into being brilliant, all-knowing detectives who could solve all crimes, restore all wrongs and generally sort out the world. This Golden Age of detective fiction began in the interwar period in Britain, when we’d only just emerged from the First World War, and carried on through to the next one. Uneasy times need reassuring reading.

I wanted to talk about a detective novel, and about Margery Allingham, so the choice had to be carefully made. During the Second World War, Allingham’s detective novels turn into thrillers. They still have Albert Campion, mostly, as her detective leading the investigation, but they have a compelling urgency about them, that drives the reader on so that we are forced to go against the thrust of the narrative and slow down, trying not to miss anything important. There is a lot that’s important: she’s fiendishly clever at hiding clues and relevant facts. Or we are driven like a leaf over a waterfall, grabbing at facts and events as we whoosh through the story. Once we reach the end we have to read it all over again, just to get the shock ending straight in our heads. She’s an exceptionally persuasive writer too: we believe what she says simply because of how her characters react.

Coroner’s Pidgin is paced at normal walking speed, not sprinting to a finish. Its set during the war, but without any time pressure to force us to run when we would rather walk slowly. Instead, our progress is impeded. Campion is home on leave for the first time in three years, after doing something secret and unspecified for the war abroad, probably in a hot climate as his hair has been bleached white. So he’s having a bath in his flat in London, having just got off the train at Victoria, and he’s happily counting how many minutes he has to finish wallowing, to get dressed, to sort out his bag, and to catch his train. Catching the train is very important, because he wants to go home, he wants to see his wife, who he hasn’t seen for three years. And then he becomes aware that there are people in his flat, and they’re carrying something heavy. He assumes that one of them must be Lugg, his old servant, so he finishes the bath and slips into his bedroom to find a dressing-gown. There he meets a visitor whom he doesn’t expect, and who wasn’t there ten minutes earlier: a dead body lying on his bed. He goes to find Lugg and asks him politely whether the lady in his bedroom will be staying long, fully intending to get out quick and catch his train. But it’s too late, he’s been sucked into the plot, and he doesn’t get to catch his train until the coroner has finished pronouncing on the second death in the book, the one that ends the story and reveals the hideously complex plot.

Campion is like Ngaio Marsh’s Inspector Alleyn: he’s from the upper classes, and can speak to any of them as a familiar, and frequently as an old acquaintance. His uncle is the Bishop of Devizes (an invented see, by which we are expected to appreciate Campion’s Establishment connections), and his parents are something very high up in the British nobility, possibly even semi-royal. But Campion is a younger son and doesn’t use a title, instead using his affable and harmless pseudonym of Albert, which is royal enough in the right context. The importance of Campion’s social class here is that this novel is about the British assumption that certain people don’t need to follow the rules, or obey the law, simply because of who they are. Lady Carados is an ageing beauty, formerly an actress, but has been spoiled by her late husband the Marquis of Carados, and is now an uncontrollable force of privilege and willpower. Her son, Johnny Carados, also cannot control her, but he can persuade her to follow some of the laws of the land that otherwise she so blithely ignores.

Lady Carados had found the first dead body in her son’s bed, just before he was due back on leave, and a few days before his marriage, and so she decides that clearly the woman must have committed suicide, and changes the incriminating bottle by the bed, that has Johnny’s name on it, for something more suitable, because clearly that’s what ought to have happened. Then she decides to move the body, and gets Lugg, whom she knows from his Air Raid Warden and Heavy Rescue work in Carados Square, to use his ambulance to get the body out of her son’s house, which is why Campion finds the body on his bed. When the police start questioning her, she complains how stodgy and stuffy they are, and how they simply can’t understand why she had to move the body. The police ask her not to leave her house until the morning, but she ignores this, because, as she laughingly tells her son, they can’t possibly expect her to take them literally, can they? She seems utterly oblivious to the fact that the lady in the bed has been murdered, and that her fingerprints are all over the evidence, and that murder means a hanging.

Similarly, the twists and turns of the plot show that many of Johnny Carados’ entourage are solely concerned with protecting his name, because he must be above reproach. He’s a good man, a war hero, a great philanthropist, and an imaginative patron of the arts, but somehow, very oddly, all the lines of enquiry in the murder, and in the art thefts, and in the attacks at night, lead back to him. Campion is astounded at the blinkered attitudes of the gay young people in his household, who are now not so young, and not so gay as they were in the 1930s, but quite complacent in their assumption that of course Johnny can do things because he is Johnny, and the law simply doesn’t apply to people like them. He nearly kills an old friend by giving him a stomach remedy, because someone unknown has switched the bottles. Instead of being appalled, his entourage are only concerned with keeping the victim quiet, and the doctor silenced, because Johnny’s name must be kept clean.

Allingham’s great skill in increasing the tension rests on her invented social landscape. The hidden treasures of the nation are at stake, and we believe in them all, especially those, like the Gyrth Chalice, that have appeared in the Allingham world already, because she simply persuades us so effortlessly in these invented works of art. We’ve never heard of the Carados title, because its an Allingham invention, but half a page after its first mention, we believe in the Marquis of Carados as we would believe in the Duke of Westminster. She also has a fondness for the theatre; there is usually a theatrical character in her novels. InCoroner’s Pidgin, Eve Snow the comedienne is Johnny’s mistress, and one of the few characters who don’t have any illusions about life as it must be lived in wartime, and can see things for what they really are. She and Johnny know perfectly well that society has changed, and are trying to persuade their friends to keep up with the new conditions of life, but these friends have other concerns. The gap between the two realities causes the tension.

The plot is twisted and mischievous, and unravels in unexpected ways. Campion drifts through the narrative, arriving at the right time in unexpected situations to collect information. He’s on hand to hear Lady Carados’ astounding remarks about privilege, and to be told by Ricky Silva that Dolly Chivers has a secret husband. The waiter at the Minoan Restaurant stirs up the plot now and again, just giving it a little prod to keep things interesting, by casually dropping information into Campion’s hands in an absent-minded way. A clear-as-day US army lieutenant, who is blindingly in love with Johnny’s fiancée (not Eve Snow, another one: do keep up), also has a lot of crucial information, but he doesn’t know it, and neither does Campion, until we are introduced to the subplot of the bottle of wine that should not exist.

Behind all this, we have the war. The Blitz doesn’t happen during the 48 hours of the story, but London is pretty much smashed to pieces, and after three years Campion has trouble getting about his formerly familiar routes, without streetlights or landmarks. Rationing is ignored, but food is scarce and fairly horrible, which makes the magnificence of the wine that should not exist so remarkable. The most charming character in the novel is Lugg’s pet pig, a monstrous sow that he keeps in a secluded dugout in a bombed-out London square. Like all Allingham’s novels, this one celebrates eccentricity, but also points out how dangerous eccentric little ways can be in a world that has no room for them.

first podcasted on 9 March 2012

14 December 2014


2 thoughts on “Coroner’s Pidgin

  1. I’m so glad you’ve decided to post these talks, Kate – I start podcasts with the best of intentions but by halfway through my attention has usually focused on something else, however interested I am in the topic. Poor listening habits!


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