The Man in the Queue

The Man in the Queue

by Josephine Tey

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It was between seven and eight o'clock on a March evening, and all over
London the bars were being drawn back from pit and gallery doors. Bang,
thud, and clank. Grim sounds to preface an evening's amusement. But no
last trump could have so galvanized the weary attendants on Thespis and
Terpsichore standing in patient column of four before the gates of
promise. Here and there, of course, there was no column. At the Irving,
five people spread themselves over the two steps and sacrificed in warmth
what they gained in comfort; Greek tragedy was not popular. At the
Playbox there was no one; the Playbox was exclusive, and ignored the
existence of pits. At the Arena, which had a three weeks' ballet season,
there were ten persons for the gallery and a long queue for the pit. But
at the Woffington both human strings tailed away apparently into
infinity. Long ago a lordly official had come down the pit queue and,
with a gesture of his outstretched arm that seemed to guillotine hope,
had said, "All after here standing room only." Having thus, with a mere
contraction of his deltoid muscle, separated the sheep from the goats, he
retired in Olympian state to the front of the theatre, where beyond the
glass doors there was warmth and shelter. But no one moved away from the
long line. Those who were doomed to stand for three hours more seemed
indifferent to their martyrdom. They laughed and chattered, and passed
each other sustaining bits of chocolate in torn silver paper. Standing
room only, was it? Well, who would not stand, and be pleased to, in the
last week of _Didn't You Know?_ Nearly two years it had run now, London's
own musical comedy, and this was its swan song. The stalls and the circle
had been booked up weeks ago, and many foolish virgins, not used to
queues, had swelled the waiting throng at the barred doors because
bribery and corruption had proved unsuccessful at the box office. Every
soul in London, it seemed, was trying to crowd into the Woffington to
cheer the show just once again. To see if Golly Gollan had put a new gag
into his triumph of foolery--Gollan who had been rescued from a life on
the road by a daring manager, and had been given his chance and had taken
it. To sun themselves yet once more in the loveliness and sparkle of Ray
Marcable, that comet that two years ago had blazed out of the void into
the zenith and had dimmed the known and constant stars. Ray danced like a
blown leaf, and her link aloof smile had killed the fashion for
dentifrice advertisements in six months. "Her indefinable charm," the
critics called it, but her followers called it many extravagant things,
and defined it to each other with hand-wavings and facial contortions
when words proved inadequate to convey the whole of her faery quality.
Now she was going to America, like all the good things, and after the
last two years London without Ray Marcable would be an unthinkable
desert. Who would not stand forever just to see her once more?

It had been drizzling since five o'clock, and every now and then a light
chill air lifted the drizzle and half playfully swept the queue from end
to end with it in one long brushstroke. That discouraged no one--even the
weather could not take itself seriously tonight; it had merely sufficient
tang to provide a suitable ap�ritif to the fare in front of them. The
queue twiddled its toes, and Cockneywise made the most of whatever
entertainment provided itself in the dark canyon of the lane. First there
had come the newsboys, small things with thin, impassive faces and wary
eyes. They had flickered down the queue like wildfire and disappeared,
leaving behind a trail of chatter and fluttering papers. Then a man with
legs shorter than his body laid a ragged strip of carpet on the damp
pavement and proceeded to tie himself into knots until he looked as a
spider does when it is taken unawares, his mournful toad's eyes gleaming
now and then from totally unexpected places, in the writhing mass, so
that even the most indifferent spectator felt his spine trickle. He was
succeeded by a man who played popular airs on the fiddle, happily
oblivious of the fact that his E string was half a tone flat. Then,
simultaneously, came a singer of sentimental ballads and a syncopated
orchestra of three. After they had scowled at each other for a moment or
two, the soloist tried to rush things on the possession-being-nine-points
principle, by breaking into a wailing _Because You Came to Me_, but the
leader of the orchestra, handing his guitar to a lieutenant, proceeded to
interview the tenor, with his elbows out and his hands lifted.

Product Details

BN ID: 2940013662865
Publisher: WDS Publishing
Publication date: 01/16/2012
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
Sales rank: 135,222
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About the Author

Elizabeth MacKintosh (1896-1952), best known as Josephine Tey, is one of the most respected and influential authors in the mystery genre and regarded by many one of the best mystery novelists ever. Her novel, The Daughter of Time, was selected by the British Crime Writers’ Association as the greatest mystery novel of all time and The Franchise Affair, starring her most famous character, Inspector Alan Grant, was 11th on the same list of 100 books. She also used the pen name, Gordon Daviot, primarily to publish plays.

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Man in the Queue 3.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 21 reviews.
cinnamonVV More than 1 year ago
For the serious mystery buff I highly recommend Josephine Tey novels. I was introduced to this novelist by a local reading group teacher. Ms. Tey is an extraordinary writer. She manipulates her readers so skillfully and elicits just the reactions that she desires. The Man in the Queue is a puzzling plot because a murder is committed in public with no witnesses. A man standing in line waiting to enter a theater suddenly keels over dead - stabbed in the back. Not one person on line saw anything unusual (or so they say). Ms. Tey has a very clever way of throwing suspicion of several characters, all of which have motive, means and opportunity. I don't want to say too much, I may give the plot away, but I can guarantee that you will really enjoy this book. I also recommend Brat Ferrar by Ms. Tey. This book is even better than The Man in the Queue.
goatdriver More than 1 year ago
Josephine Tey truly is the master of mysteries. This first book in the Inspector Alan Grant series has it all--an intriguing murder, clues there for the reader to find, and a tightly written plot. Plus, Josephine Tey uses the English language in the manner of the great British authors of the 19th century--it's a pleasure to read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Try sample page before buying terrible format shows up m a
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Almost unreadable because of bad formatting. One line is followed by one 1/3 the length and on and on. I have learned to get a sample if available so you do not get trapped into a purchase for something you just have to delete.
choochee More than 1 year ago
I found Josephine Tey by accident while looking for mysteries on the Barnes and Noble website. The reviews intrigued me and I decided to order the first book in the Inspector Grant series. What a great decision that turned out to be! Josephine Tey is a brilliant writer with extraordinary talent. It's true, as the other reviewers noted, that her books are very different from most mysteries. They are full of beautiful images, wonderful settings, interesting characters, and well-developed plots. I can't wait to read the entire series and I only wish there were more of her books to devour.
TGPistole on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
It's hard to believe Tey died 60 years ago. Yes, some of the book is dated (It was first published in 1929!) but that doesn't really detract from the enjoyment. A good read.
LisaMaria_C on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Josephine Tey is one of my favorite authors, easily the equal of Dorothy Sayers and Agatha Christie. Sadly, she wrote only eight mystery novels. I find half of those eight (Miss Pym Disposes, The Franchise Affair, Brat Farrar and The Daughter of Time) absolutely brilliant and two others (To Love and Be Wise, The Singing Sands) very, very good indeed. Unfortunately, I find Man in the Queue, her first novel, merely good.Which doesn't mean it isn't worth reading. I was struck at the start at just how strong is Tey's prose, as she describes a queue of people waiting to buy tickets for a London musical comedy. When the line moves forward, a man keels over, a stiletto in his back, and the seven people near him are detained by the police but all of them claim to have witnessed nothing. As it turns out, the corpse has nothing to identify him, so the first order of business is finding out just who was the man in the queue.Investigating is Inspector Alan Grant of Scotland Yard, and he's a rather bland figure in this novel. Likable, but he doesn't have the quirks or emotional complexities or flashy brilliance that mark out a Sherlock Holmes, Hercule Poirot or Lord Peter Wimsey from the start. There are also ethnic stereotypes expressed by Grant in this novel, no question. The introduction by Robert Barnard that appears in new editions of the Tey novels, even accuses Tey of being anti-semitic and anti-working class. I don't see that in my reread of four of the Tey novels so far, and don't remember it in the ones I haven't read for decades. However, I'd say there's a difference between a novel or its author being bigoted, and the characters expressing prejudice. And I'd note that Grant's assumptions based on such stereotypes prove wrong.There are other flaws. Towards the end traces of first person appear out of the blue, as if there was originally a frame that was dropped but a few "I" statements got missed being edited out. I think the main complaint veteran mystery readers will have is that Tey doesn't play fair and allow you to solve the mystery along with her detective. The resolution, although it doesn't conflict with what we've known and makes sense of the complexities of the case, does come out of the blue. I still enjoyed this--Tey is always a pleasure to read. And if I don't rate this higher, that's because her first novel really just doesn't match her best. She's one who got stronger as she went along. But that just means that if you start here, you only have better to look forward to.
wyvernfriend on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
There are some interesting subtexts in this story of love, obsession and murder. A man in a queue for the final performance of a particular actress in this run of her play before she goes to the US falls over dead and no-one remembers him being murdered. Inspector Alan Grant has to uncover the clues and follow a few red herrings before discovering the truth. It's full of details that to today's sensibilities are not too correct but it's an interesting look into the life and times and methods. It hasn't aged quite as well as some of her contemporaries and as other commentors have said the ending is a bit of a let-down, but in some ways quite realistic.
MusicMom41 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This was the first Alan Grant mystery (Elizabeth MacKintosh's first book, 1929) which she originally published under her other pseudonym, Gordon Daviot. The first novel under the Josephine Tey pseudonym was A Shilling for Candles (1936), also an Alan Grant novel. The other Alan Gran novels were To Love and Be Wise 1950, The Daughter of Time (1951), and The Singing Sands (1952). Also as Josephine Tey she wrote Miss Pym Disposes (1947), The Franchise Affair (1949), and Brat Farrar (1949). She died in London on February 13, 1952. Tey was a master at writing mysteries that contained ingenious puzzles but also equally interesting characters. She was more like Dorothy Sayers than Agatha Christie in that her books were novels that contained mysteries. My favorite Agatha Christie, And Then There Were None, also falls into this category. It is curious that Alan Grant, like Ngaio Marsh's Roderick Alleyn, did not need his salary as a policeman to earn his living as he had a considerable inheritance that would have sufficed for his needs. They both seem to be "gentlemen detectives", but unlike Dorothy Sayer's Lord Peter they were employed by the police.This first mystery has an ingenious puzzle involving a death by stabbing that happens in the line of people clamoring to get tickets for the final performance of a famous actress who is leaving to go to America the next day. The characters are interesting the clues are very well hidden. Even in this first effort you can see why Tey was considered one of the queens of the Golden Age of detective fiction.
jjmcgaffey on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This is Tey's first detective story, and it's excellent. There are a couple odd things - what appear to me to be errors in British society, which seems very odd - isn't Tey British? Grant thinks casually (not happily, but casually) of confronting a criminal gun-to-gun. Are the CID normally armed? It's rather a major point in a lot of the mysteries I read that American police are armed and British are not. Similarly, Grant's housekeeper bemoans the Scots pronunciation of 'scone' as 'skon', which I think is the way it's pronounced in England too. Oh, and a woman is described as being 'Scotch' rather than Scots - all the kind of errors Americans tend to make about Britain (I've made them and had them corrected, and seen them being corrected in others, many times). Those aside, an interesting story - I had read it before and had some clue as to the outcome, though I had completely forgotten who the murderer actually was. Ratcliff was a complex blind alley - well, so was most of the evidence and suspicion in the whole case. Solved by an unsolicited confession - sheesh! Though Grant did know something was wrong with it, though he was completely stopped on what - in fact, that chapter is probably the most eloquent expression of total frustration I have ever read. Overall. a good story - definitely not one of my favorites, but worth reading and rereading.
DeltaQueen50 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The first book in Josephine Teys¿ series that introduces Scotland Yard¿s Inspector Alan Grant, The Man In the Queue is a fascinating look at the solving of a murder in the days before forensics and computers. A deceptively simple murder of a man standing in line for a theatre performance. Unfortunately neither the identity of the victim or the murderer will come easy to Inspector Grant.The story follows along as the Inspector painstakingly tracks down each miniscule clue in order to firstly identify the man that was stabbed in the back, and then to build a picture of his life and who was in it that could possible be the murderer. The story, the language and it¿s careless and casual racism are all a bit dated, but it is interesting to look at this early mystery of hers simply for the influence she has had on future writers. Her many references to World War I, even years after that event, certainly highlight the impact this war had on a generation. Although the ending seems to come out of the blue, the clues are there, but as we are so firmly embedded in Alan Grant¿s mindset, we, like him, don¿t pick them up.The story, like the solving of this murder, tends to plod along until we switch to the Scottish Highlands, at that point the story took off for me, and I read avidly to the end. I would say not the best of her work, but certainly interesting enough to encourage me to continue with the series.
Eyejaybee on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Rather a disappointment. I had looked forward to reading this book, remembering how much I enjoyed Tey's "The Daughter of Time" which I read as a teenager more than thirty years.Sadly this book had noting of the sterling qualities of "The Daughter of Time", and subsided into mindless tweeness lacking any semblance of feasible plot or plausible characters.
mmyoung on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Although an ¿interesting¿ first mystery novel -- and a very promising one -- this book has a number of flaws. It is unclear what ¿type¿ of mystery novel Tey (Elizabeth Mackintosh) was attempting to write. Was it a police procedural? An action adventure? A discourse on the realities of justice? Insightful examination of the moral and intellectual quandaries of a detective? All these different types of mystery novels seemed to have been wedged together into one and unfortunately, the seams do show. At different times in the book the writer functions as a disinterested observer of life, as the omniscient recorder of the thoughts of all the characters and as a disembodied ¿I¿ who knows and interacts with the detective. Tey¿s writing shows great promise and even with the technical difficulties mentioned above this is certainly a book that would be enjoyed by most fans of the British murders mysteries written in the 1920s.Spoilers ahead.The last few lines of the book ask the reader to consider the question of who has been the villain. The person we finally come to realize did the murder? Most people would argue no. The person who was murdered? One could make a good argument that that was the case. Or are we to think of the person whose actions motivated the behaviour of the murderer? It is perhaps only in retrospect and after years of public education that readers are likely to realize that the core story of this novel is that of a man who continues to feel ownership of a woman who has long since left him behind. One might even say that he becomes a stalker. Certainly at the time this was first published there would have been many who would have felt far more sympathy for the man whose disappointment in love leads him to suicide than for the woman who rejected him. Indeed the writer, and the major characters, do not seem to be excessively concerned that this man was willing to kill a woman rather than ¿lose" her. When once one realizes that this is a story about a woman lashing out to protect another woman from a man who is willing to commit murder-suicide then the story changes from one of cozy murder into a frightening glimpse of how little things have really changed in the last 100 years.
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kyohin More than 1 year ago
I enjoy a good mystery, and this one suited me right down to the ground.
WheelchairLady More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed the mystery since I wasn't able to figure out any of it until it was revealed. I would have given a five-star rating. Except I have to admit I really didn't understand or care for the style in which it was written. Lines break up in unexpected places, which I believe is called the "poetic" style. As much as possible, I just ignored where the lines ended and actually read it according to punctuation. The book was very enjoyable. In spite of that small annoyance and I would recommend it for anyone who enjoys a good mystery!
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Nice British mystery! I would love to see all of this author's made available on the Nook!
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gg17 More than 1 year ago
Why does BN say that Robert Bernard is author of this Tey book? I wanted to buy Tey #1, now not sure what I would get.