Unfortunately, Wainhouse sold the dye works before the great chimney was completed and the new owner refused to take over the half-completed structure. So Wainhouse turned it into a folly, an Italianate observation tower, 253 feet high with 403 steps. It is sometimes referred to as the Tower of Spite, due to a legend that Wainhouse built it in order to spy on his neighbor Sir Henry Edwards, an opponent of industrialization. The Calderdale website says this story is apocryphal, but it would make a good plot for a detective novel!
Street was quite familiar with this part of Yorkshire, as his maternal grandfather's ancestral home was Storthes Hall Mansion in Kirkburton, only about a dozen miles away from Halifax. The tower in John Rhode's The Bloody Tower is described as being "not unlike a truncated factory chimney with a ball balanced on top of it." The American dust jacket design captures this image rather well, I think. Certainly Rhode's fictional tower variant is much less attractive than Wainhouse' actual one, but it does indeed look like a factory chimney!
Nevertheless, the tower in Rhode's novel was not built by an industrialist, spiteful or otherwise. The Bloody Tower is a tale of agrarian squalor, being John Rhode's contribution to the "rural gloom" genre of English novels associated at this time with the works of Mary Webb and so memorably satirized in Stella Gibbons' Cold Comfort Farm (1932). "Pretty dreary stuff," sniffed Jacques Barzun in his and Wendell Hertig Taylor's Catalogue of Crime, but this is rather the point!
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The Bloody Tower
Caleb, who is found at the beginning of the novel with half his face blown away by a rifle shot, spent his evenings at home guzzling gin with the dipsomaniac cook, when not pursuing the neighboring farmer's daughter. At first it seems that the shot that killed Caleb was self-inflicted, but then it comes to appear that some other person may have contrived the "accident."
Did the neighboring farmer do the deed, or was it someone else, like Caleb's younger brother Benjamin, disgraced in his father Simon's eyes because he abandoned the collapsing Glapthorne estate to become a marine engineer (Simon considered it "beneath the dignity of a Glapthorne to wipe his hands on a piece of cotton waste")?
Street neatly ties in the death of Caleb with the Glapthorne family prophecy inscribed on the tower, that so long as the tower stands, "So long shall Glapthorne dwell in Farningcote." Rhode's police detective Jimmy Waghorn eventually solves the mystery (with considerable help from his detection mentor Dr. Priestley), but not before more deaths occur, one of which is surely something rather unique within the history of the genre.
see here), it is not exactly a cozy story. Street is uncompromising in portraying the decay and filth of Farningcote Priory and its denizens, which is of a piece with the generally skeptical view that Street takes of the English gentry in his John Rhode books in the 1930s.
Like James, Street also refuses to prettify death by violence. The Bloody Tower is aptly named, for the book is sometimes bloody.
Here's a description of the dead Caleb:
"The right side of his face was completely blown away, leaving nothing but naked and shattered bone. His dark hair was matted with blood and his left eye, apparently uninjured, stared glassily toward the cobweb-hung rafters."
"Coo, wasn't there a muck of blood too," exclaims with relish the lad who found Caleb's body. "I never seen the like since Charlie...took me into the yard to see a pig stuck!"
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Well, in the case of the death of Caleb Glapthorne, anyway, the massive head wound made by the skull shattering, brain spattering impact of the bullet can hardly be called "neat"! Colin Watson gets the violence and the snobbery part wrong too, in relation to The Bloody Tower.
Needless to say, since this is a John Rhode novel, the plot is scrupulously fair. You may well spot the culprit, although the exact nature of the plot and the splendid murder methods should be harder to divine.
But then you could say the same thing in this respect about P. D. James' book too!