Appleby Plays Chicken
(1956)
Blurb:
My review:
Rather weak Innes. Opens admirably with a reading-party, descriptions of lonely walks on Dartmoor, and the discovery of an unknown corpse, but soon degenerates into a standard chase—standard thriller stuff, not very imaginative. The reader shares the hero’s belief that “they were all wildly excited. But he didn’t feel that way at all. He supposed he’d had enough.” Things pick up somewhat with Appleby at the helm, investigating the murder of his former chief, but the solution is silly, unconvincing, convoluted, improbable and poorly explained.