JOHN CREASEY The Toff on the Farm

  JOHN CREASEY – The Toff on the Farm. Hodder & Stoughton, UK, hardcover, 1958. Walker, US, hardcover, 1964; Popular Library, paperback, 1972. Also published as Terror for the Toff, Pyramid, paperback, 1965.

   The Toff, aka Richard Rollison, is a character I’ve never really become attracted to, but I read one of his adventures every once in a while. He’s a combination/imitation in many way of the Saint and an American-style pulp hero. The British do this kind of derring-do adventure hero best, though, and if you don’t have one of Leslie Charteris’s Simon Templar novels handy, the Toff will do as second best.

   In this particular case Rollison is asked by a friend to intercede on the behalf of two friends of his, a man and his sister who are trying to sell their farm, but are unable to, due to an old tenant farmer who refuses to give up rights to his home.

JOHN CREASEY The Toff on the Farm

   Before the Toff can reach the scene, the girl is suddenly deluged with offers, up to three times what the farm is worth, and before the story is over, two men are dead, and Rollison is forced to wonder how badly he could have misjudged a man whom Scotland Yard considers to be a notorious American gangster.

   As with any good pulp fiction, this reads very quickly, pulling you into a tales with so many crooked angles you are puzzled how any sense can ever be made of it. And as usual, the ending is not up to the end of the story. Discovering how simple the plot actually was is part of it, but learning that it was mostly jiggery-pokery on the part of the author is another.

   And the more I think about it, trying to see if there is any way I could tell you more about what I mean than that, the more I am convinced that “jiggery-pokery” is exactly the right word, and we can leave it at that.

— Reprinted from Mystery*File 28,
       February 1991 (slightly revised).


[UPDATE] 07-08-12.   My opinion of the Toff books has varied considerably over the years, being not much interested in them when I first encountered them, but gradually warming to them to the point of actually enjoying them. I still think the Saint books are better, but so do a lot of people.

   Earlier reviews on this blog:

The Toff Among the Millions.
Double for the Toff.
A Rocket for the Toff.