Stories about confidence tricksters can be very appealing, and one of the best that I've read is The Long Short Cut, a 1968 novel by Andrew Garve. The protagonist is a conman called Anthony Bliss. He's running low on cash and looking around for his next cunning plan when he goes to a gambling den called The Queen of Hearts. Two things happen that night. He meets a glamorous young woman called Corinne Lake and he witnesses an armed robbery.
He becomes romantically (or at least sexually entangled, for he isn't really a romantic) with Corinne, and it turns out that they are well-suited. She too is one of life's chancers, looking for a way to get her share of the comfort and luxury she thinks she deserves. They make an amoral pair, and although I don't think their dialogue is entirely believable (dialogue wasn't Garve's greatest strength) at all times, Bliss comes up with an idea for making a fortune and Corinne falls in with it.
I don't want to say too much about the scam, because it unfolds gradually and has a number of very clever elements, although it is highly elaborate, perhaps excessively so, and does depend heavily on a number of things going exactly the way that Bliss hopes. But the central idea is pleasingly original, and an excellent example of Garve's inventiveness. There's a clever explanation of how to fake a passport - three years before Frederick Forsyth's much more famous The Day of the Jackal. Garve really was a varied and interesting writer.
He was also highly readable. This story, like almost all his work, moves quickly, and the pace helps to persuade the reader to suspend disbelief. It's hard, at times, not to start rooting for Bliss and Corinne, and although the complications keep coming, this is a story which entertains from a quiet start to a pleasingly ironic finale.


