DANGER ON THE ATLANTIC

The search for a German spy aboard the RMS Olympic is complicated by all the subplots you’d expect from the prewar romantic intrigue subgenre.

Word is that the agent passing on intelligence to the Third Reich is either restaurant manager Heinz Naumann, ship bandleader Keith Brubacher, or Edwin Banks, who runs the photography office aboard the Olympic. But none of them behaves half as suspiciously as Miles Van de Meter, who swept minor heiress Vanessa FitzSimmons off her feet in Monte Carlo, married her within two weeks, and then disappeared shortly after boarding for their honeymoon voyage, followed soon after by his luggage. Vanessa is so voluble in pestering everyone about her missing bridegroom that Jane Wunderly and Redvers Dibble, the not-quite-a-couple who’ve booked passage as Mr. and Mrs. Wunderly so that they can identify the agent before he does any more damage, are hard-pressed to keep their eye on the spy. Redvers, a duly accredited operative of Her Majesty’s Government, has his methods, which seem mainly limited to getting his confederate, steward Francis Dobbins, to help him search all the first-class passengers’ staterooms over and over looking for evidence, but Jane, an amateur who seems hopelessly out past her depth, can do little but flirt with Heinz—the other two suspects are impervious to her advances—and keep an eagle eye out for Eloise Baumann, whose aggressively endless chatter makes Vanessa seem quiet. The mixture is eventually seasoned with murder, but both felonies and complications take much longer to arrive than romance.

As the heroine sagely summarizes her work: “The only thing I knew for certain was that nearly everyone was lying.”