JOHN DICKSON CARR – The Sleeping Sphinx. Gideon Fell #17. Harper & Brothers, hardcover, 1947. Bantam #996, paperback, 1952. Reprinted many times.

   Does every man have in his past a girl once loved in silence, in vain? The scene is post-war Britain, and Carr’s hero, falsely reported dead while on an undercover assignment in Italy, returns home to find the breath of murder hovering over his best friend and the girl he loves. Only the genially grumpy Dr. Fell has the answer to what seems to have been a supernatural curse flung down in their midst.

   Carr will of course always be best remembered for his supreme expertise with locked rooms, but once again I’m almost equally impressed by the hints of black sinister mystery   that his stories always seem possess as well.  It’s as if his plots were more the product of a twisted and tormented imagination of a Van Gogh than the clever mind of a master detective story writer, yet when in the final chapter the curtain rises on a bare stage, the collapsible sets and other trappings are finally recognized as the common and prosaic pieces of apparatus they really  are.

   Perversely, often like the magician who, untrue to hie craft, reveals the cards up his sleeve, the mystery is more fascinating without the solution.

Rating: B

– Slightly revised from The MYSTERY FANcier, September/October 1978.