RAOUL WHITFIELD – The Virgin Kills. Alfred A. Knopf, hardcover, 1932. Quill, paperback, 1985. Apparently did not appear first in a pulp magazine. Currently available in ebook form.

   If you’ve never read the book, right now you probably have the same wrong-headed idea of what the title means as I did when I picked it up, not long ago. The Virgin is a boat; a yacht, to be precise. A murder is committed on board. The victim is the owner, a gambler named Vennell.

   And even before that another murder has taken place. The leading oarsman of the California shell is somehow poisoned, and he collapses just before the finish of the big Hudson River collegiate regatta. That California loses as a direct result has obviously a great deal to do with the plot.

   Vennell had just as obviously been expecting trouble, however. Along with the many society guests he has on board, he also has a newly-acquired bodyguard, a hard-boiled hoodlum by the name of O’Rourke. As a not-always-successful interface between the slick set and the underworld from which he clearly comes, Nick O’Rourke is the object of some amusement and conjecture. He is probably the best developed character in the book.

   The repartee is dated and, mired in subtleties no longer operative, it no longer has the bite it might once have had. The pace picks up considerably after the murders occur, and we have a full-fledged detective novel on our hands. Even though the story is complexly motivated, I might warn you that the obvious person did it.

   Note that that doesn’t mean that you’ll catch on at all, any more than I did!

Rating: B

— Reprinted from The MYSTERY FANcier, Vol. 5, No. 5, Sept-Oct 1981.