Taking a short break from the 19th century, I decided last week to read a short mystery. I opted for Earl Derr Biggers’ Fifty Candles – a short precursor to his Charlie Chan mysteries. More a novella than a novel, it features a young couple (at least, he wants them to be a couple) arriving in San Francisco. The man has just been cheated out of a fair share in a mine by his boss. Yet he goes to the man’s birthday party to see the woman he loves. Then the boss is murdered and guess who’s suspect #1?
This was a very short, slight mystery with a nice little romance in it. Not as good as the Charlie Chan I read. You need more than three suspects for a good story, I think. And all of the covers are so bad they;re not worth posting.
I’ll only count this for R.I.P. if I don’t finish enough.