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It was just like Morrison to be a nuisance even when he was dead. Ford, the harried Secretary of the Whitehall Club, is desperate to please even the most disagreeable members just to be left in peace. So, it is a huge inconvenience for Ford when one of the club's most vexatious members is found possibly poisoned and most definitely dead. It will be terrible for the club's reputation and it seems easier for all if he finds a way to keep it quiet. Dr Anstruther is enlisted to help him cover up the death. He finds Ford irksome and ultimately useless but the Club means too much to him to see it dragged through a media frenzy. And besides, Anstruther was the victim's doctor: as far as he's concerned, Morrison may have even had a heart condition... But Cardonnel, the club lawyer (and stickler for protocol), is sniffing too close to the cover-up. And when Ford and Anstruther start receiving blackmailing notes, they begin acting very odd indeed. With so many eyes on them, will they really be able to keep it quiet?… (more)
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Less a convincing mystery than a look at club life in the 30s, this is still a sound, readable book. As with ‘The Murder of My Aunt’, there is an unsettling element of madness running throughout and, though ‘Keep It Quiet’ does not have that book’s comic elements, it’s still a light and entertaining murder mystery.
This mystery is set in the thirties London of upper class society in a world of older men. I had read Hull's previous book, The Murder of My Aunt, and loved it as it's a hilarious story of an ineffective and skittish young man attempting to find a way to kill his over-bearing aunt without actually touching her. Keep It Quiet doesn't have the same amount of humor, it's more about getting on with the murder, and then the confession, but it does have funny lines, such as the doctor being so disgusted with the secretary's weight that he can hardly keep from slapping the back of the man's fat neck. A good, gentlemanly read.
Two people died at the Whitehall Club and everyone wants to keep it quiet...hence the title. Can the inept club
Richard Hull was a Chartered Accountant before starting his literary career. If you're looking for a change of pace, read it.