Fountain Inn, somewhere among the Chancery Inns on High Holborn, houses several enterprises: a group of architects including George Crane; the Society for Progressive Rehabilitation run by the sinister Mr. Tomms; General Factotums run by Ben and Helen Brown; and W. Rage who employs Grace Kirkstall as typist. When the story opens, W. Rage has just disappeared leaving a bankrupt business and Grace without a job. The Browns take her on as a secretary in their own shaky business which is partly a form of Universal Aunts and partly a detective agency. They are asked to investigate their downstairs neighbours, The Society for Progressive Rehabilitation, which has been willed a large inheritance and may have used underhand means to get it. Meanwhile Grace is falling for the architect George Crane who, incidentally, is designing buildings for the same wicked Society. Grace's mother is being wooed by the local butcher, but will not marry him until Grace is married. Will the obstacles in the way of true love be overcome, and the evil conspirators frustrated? Yes, but there is tension and plenty of entertainment to be had on the way.
This was Canning's first thriller, though it is gentle and amiable by modern thriller standards. I suspect Ben and Helen Brown owe something to Agatha Christie's Tommy and Tuppence Beresford. They have the same relationship, a blend of bantering and bickering. They have the same inclination to take on a challenge without thinking too much of the consequences or dangers, but in the end to take good care of each other.
As is common in early Canning, there is an episode of skinny-dipping.
This was published by Hodder and Stoughton in 1939 at 7/6 with a print run of 6400 copies. There was no American edition at the time. It was included in the Heinemann Uniform Edition in 1974, but all hardback editions remain quite rare. The new paperback edition from Lulu.com will restore its popularity, I hope, as it is perhaps the best of his pre-war books.
The reviewer in The Times of 20 May 1939 characterises the lack of much violence in the story as a "reluctance to cause pain". Some other reviews were from The Observer of 25 June 1939:
“Fountain Inn, Holborn, formerly an Inn of Chancery, had degenerated into a block of offices occupied, like most blocks in Central London where rents are low, by a series of tenants with picturesque business names and a tendency to evacuate premises overninght. General Factotums, a crazy but artless universal-uncle concern on the third floor, took on a job involving a dubious will. It involved also an extremely fishy occult society on the second floor, a kidnapped lady and a trifle of lawless amateur detection. Fountain Inn is a leisurely thriller with a love interest and no bloodstains, which many readers will vote on the tame side.”
And from the Manchester Guardian on 16 May 1939:
Fountain Inn, which is extremely well written, is the attractive kind of detective story in which the main interest is not “Who?” but “How?” You are kept guessing, but you are not distracted from the exciting progress of events by the need to pick up clues. From the start it is evident that the dirty work must lie between the desiccated lawyer Mr. Spenser and the venerable Mr. Tomms, founder of the Society for Progressive Rehabilitation, and it turns out that they are both involved. The story begins Priestley fashion with the section of an office block, and for a moment you are afraid that Mr. Canning is going to take the lid off and show you how the ordinary Londoner lives. So he does, in a sense, but he is much more concerned with his—and her—extra-mural activities. With jaunty and justified disregard for probability, he links all the occupants of the building in the same plot, but with special reference to General Factotums, consisting of Mr. and Mrs. Brown and their typist Grace, who are prepared to take on anything from matching a material at Liberty’s to finding a holiday companion.
I learned from Mike Cherry that Fountain Inn is based on the real Staple Inn, the last survivor of the Chancery Inns, which is located in central London just beside Chancery Lane tube station. The designer of the dust jacket draws something resembling the Staple Inn garden, though giving it a more elaborate fountain. (I am grateful to Penny Bannister of Fremantle, Western Australia for locating a copy of this rare title.)
Staple Inn also features in the second Lord Peter Wimsey novel by Dorothy L. Sayers, Clouds of Witness. "Mr. Murbles inhabited a delightful old set of rooms in Staple Inn, with windows looking out upon the formal garden, with its odd little flower-beds and tinkling fountain." (Chapter X)
There is no Sheldon Road in Ealing nor Adrian Road in Hampstead nor Fisher Road in Bromley, but the other London locations are real. The village of Hormenden near Maidstone, the location of Harden Hall, is fictitious. The Welsh locations on the mainland, Moylgrove and Ceibwr Bay, exist but the island Cerig Gallant one mile off the coast is fictitious.