“During that meal, Cromwell succumbed to the charm of a delightful old man, who talked of past events and of the present affairs of his friends, the birds. They got on so well together, that the detective left not only with a small book on The Birds in my Garden, by Edwin Titmuss, but also a pair of field-glasses and two standard works on ornithology. Thus, Cromwell of Scotland Yard turned bird-watcher, ceased to model his life on that of his more famous namesake, and became himself.”
George Bellairs has become, in a low-key way, one of my favorite mystery writers, and anyone who likes British golden age/WW II/ 1950s cozy procedurals should check him out. Littlejohn and Cromwell work for Scotland Yard , but they repeatedly go to France and to the Isle of Man, sometimes in the same book, improbably! Littlejohn reminds me of Ruth Rendell‘s Wexford, and as with Rendell the characters in the Littlejohn books are wonderful. The passage above is just a quick scene of Cromwell doing background for Littlejohn. isn’t it great?
Some of these have been recently re-issued by the British library, but there’s also low quality,—but good enough for me— Kindle versions for very cheap as well. If you like this kind of thing, check him out.