Murder by Milk Bottle

Starred review from August 10, 2020
In bestseller Truss’s outstanding third Constable Twitten mystery (after 2019’s The Man That Got Away), three murders by milk bottle over three hours in 1957 Brighton, England, lead to editorials wondering whether the city has become “the new milk-bottle murder capital of Great Britain.” The dead are “a young beauty-contest runner-up barely old enough to have enemies; the second, a much-loved patrolman of spotless record; the third, a visiting radio celebrity known for ‘skits’ involving female impersonation.” The victims apparently have nothing in common except the killer’s m.o.—each was stunned with a pint bottle of milk before the bottle was shattered and the shards used to fatally stab them. The killings are an unwelcome development for by-the-book Constable Twitten, who longs for routine pounding-of-the-beat rather than yet another bizarre whodunit to unravel. Meanwhile, he continues to contend with the machinations of the police charlady, Mrs. Groynes, who only he knows is a master criminal, and with the antics of his clueless boss, Insp. Geoffrey Steine. In her ability to blend crime and farce, Truss is in a class of her own. Agent: Anthony Goff, David Highman Assoc. (U.K.).

September 1, 2020
Truss' third stroll down Memory Lane offers firm evidence that 1957 Brighton is packed with homicides. In the space of one eventful evening, three locals--Barbara Ashley, the runner-up in the local Milk Board's Lactic Lovelies beauty contest; Andrew Inman of the Automobile Association; and Cedric Carbody, a celebrity contestant on the BBC radio show What's Your Game?--are bashed and sliced to death with milk bottles. Sgt. Jim Brunswick, who'd looked forward to dating Barbara that very evening, is properly outraged; Inspector Geoffrey Steine, now that he's finished his own brief stint on What's Your Game? is mostly focused on the ice-cream sundae competition he'll be judging; and Palmeira Groynes, the police station's observant and efficient charlady, is preoccupied with the summit meeting of crime lords she's arranging for her ex-lover Terence Chambers. So it falls mainly to Constable Peregrine Twitten to figure out what the victims had in common that would make someone attack them with such a bizarrely unlikely weapon. Guided partly by the very different clues he picks up from Mrs. Groynes, who nobody else believes is a master criminal, and Milk Girl Pandora Holden, who had eyes for him years ago, and partly by his cocksure sense of his own abilities, but never by any sense of decorum that would lead him to filter his monstrously tactless remarks to others, Twitten presses on as the body count rises to impossible heights before he finally identifies a killer who's both unguessable and, well, unnoticeable. Truss faithfully re-creates both the ingenious appeal and the formulaic limitations of golden-age puzzlers.

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