Golden
Age Whodunits (2024), edited by Otto Penzler, is the fourth
anthology in the American
Mystery Classics series and previously reviewed Golden
Age Locked Room Mysteries (2022), which unfortunately
consisted mostly of short stories already collected in other locked
room-themed anthologies – several having appeared together in
Tantalizing
Locked Room Mysteries (1982). So the selection of stories
left me a little salty and you can taste it in the review. A review
that wasn't appreciated by everyone at the time.
Fortunately,
the content of this latest anthology looked a lot more promising and
enticing. I've only read four five, of the fifteen,
short stories collected in Golden Age Whodunits. And discussed
two of those four stories, Clayton Rawson's "The
Clue of the Tattooed Man" (1946) and Fredric Brown's "Crisis,
1999" (1949), in past blog-posts. I'll be skipping those two
stories. Still more than enough newish material to warrant a read
that will hopefully translate into a review with lower salt levels.
Let's find out!The
first short story is Stephen
Vincent Benét's "The Amateur of Crime," originally published
in the April, 1927, issue of The American Magazine, which
begins during Mrs. Culverin's house party at her Long Island home and
she has gathered a who's who of guests – everyone from a cinema
star and Olympic athlete to Ruritanian dignitaries. Peter Scarlet is
a pink-cheeked youth whose enormous, horn-rimmed spectacles "gave
him much of the innocent downiness of a very young owl” and his
hobby enlivened the sagging house party. Scarlet is the amateur of
crime privately studying "the queer kinds of people who are
murderers" or "the even queerer kinds who are murderees"
("the people who seem just born and bound to be murdered").
Mrs. Culverin's house party is going to give him an opportunity to
put his theory into practice when Prince Mirko, of Ruritania, is
stabbed to death in his locked suite under impossible circumstances.
G.K.
Chesterton's Father Brown series clearly modeled for "The
Amateur of Crime" and Peter Scarlet. Benét wrote a short story
that often feels like a Chestertonian detective story, particularly
the opening stages and the character of Scarlet, but the
disappointing solution is exactly the kind of second-and third-rate
tripe Chesterton shepherded the genre. Baffingly, Benét did nothing
with Scarlet's study of murderers and their murderees. So not a very
promising beginning to this anthology.
Anthony
Boucher comes to the rescue with "Black Murder," originally
published in the September, 1943, issue of Ellery Queen's Mystery
Magazine and collected in Exeunt Murderers (1983), which
is where I first read it. However, I didn't remember having read this
before until Nick Noble came into the story. A once promising, young
homicide devoted to both his job and wife, but "when both were
gone, there was nothing left" except "cheap sherry that
dulled the sharpness of reality enough to make it bearable" –
while his mind and reasoning skills remained razor sharp. A mind that
can trace patterns in chaos. So helps out his former colleagues on
occasion, like a barroom detective, for booze money ("Screwball
Division... they called him"). This time, Detective Lieutenant
Donald MacDonald is investigating the attempted poisoning of a naval
inventor, Harrison Shaw, who was working a sub detector. Only person
who could have administrated the poison is his own mother and
MacDonald doesn't buy it. So goes to the Chula Negra Café,
headquarters of the Screwball Division, where Noble makes short work
of the case, but they get surprise when the inventor is still
gruesomely murdered. And, whoever slit his throat, drew a bloody
swastika on the wall. Noble simply solves this second part of the
case by pointing out that swastika drawing points to only one of the
suspects. I liked how the solution delivered on the promise of the
story's opening line, "in peacetime the whole Shaw case could
never have happened." A solid short story from an even better,
regrettably short-lived series.
Mignon
G. Eberhart's "The Flowering Face" was first published in the
May, 1935, issue of The Delineator
and collected in Dead Yesterday and Other Stories
(2007). This story features Susan Dare, a young mystery novelist,
who's wrested away from her fictional murders to join a party on a
mountain hike to the inn at the top. There the announcement of an
engagement becomes "the focus of a queer, dreadful quarrel"
ending with someone dead at the bottom of a ravine. Was it an
accident or a cleverly engineered murder? The murderer is apparent
halfway through the story, but then it becomes a question how it was
done as everyone was inside arguing. A soundly constructed,
quasi-impossible crime around a well-realized outdoors setting
recalling the mountaineering howdunits of Glyn
Carr. I enjoyed it.The
next short story comes from a "Literary
Visitor" to the crime-and detective genre, F. Scott Fitzgerald,
whose short story "The Dance" first appeared in the June, 1926,
issue of The Red Book Magazine. The story has the narrator
recalling a trip to the southern cotton mill town of Davis where she "saw the surface crack for a minute and something savage,
uncanny, and frightening rear its head" – before "the
surface closed again." It boils down to flirtatious love
affairs boiling over into murder during a dance party and the
narrator solves the fatal shooting in the women's dressing room, but "The Dance" is closer to a social crime story than a detective
story proper with the local's searching for the shooter among the
black population of the town ("...instant and unquestioned
assumption"). So not a bad short story, but neither is it a
Golden Age detective story.
Penzler
wrote in the introduction that a 13-year-old Fitzgerald wrote a short
detective story, "The Mystery of the Raymond Mortgage," which
actually got published in the September, 1909, issue of Now and
Then. So poked around a bit and found something interesting: "The
Mystery of the Raymond Mortgage" would "likely
have remained a mysterious footnote in Fitzgerald's bibliography,
were it not for Ellery Queen's Mystery Magazine." EQMM
saved it from obscurity by reprinting it in their March, 1960, issue.
A shame its early, pre-GAD publication date precluded inclusion here
as it sounds like a fun, Doylean-style mystery, but perhaps something
for a future anthology entitled Gaslit Whodunits.
C.
Daly King's "The Episode of the Tangible Illusion," originally
published in the February, 1935, issue of Mystery under the
title "Invisible Terror,' is a gem of an impossible crime story!
Golden Age Locked Room Mysteries has King's most well-known
short story in the Mr. Tarrant series, "The Episode of the Nail and
the Requiem" (1935), but it's overrated and suggested "The
Episode of the Tangible Illusion" would have been a better pick.
And here we are!
After
recovering from a mental breakdown, Valerie Mopish moved with her
brother, John, to Norrisville where they built a new, modernistic
house on a remote piece of ground without a shred of history attached
to it. So no ghost haunts the Mopish house, which means Valerie's
delusions and hallucations have returned. She begins to see and hear
things when alone in the house. Such as footsteps following her
around. And, fearing she's going mad again, she refuses to marry
Jerry Phelan. Not until she knows there isn't "something funny"
about her. Jerry stays the night to guard the house against prowling
tramps, noisy ghosts or simple delusions, but gets to meet the
invisible intruder. Jerry is followed up the stairs by clear,
unmistakable pounding footsteps ("heavy and solid"), but,
when he turned around, the stairs behind him were "absolutely
empty." Next thing that happens is Valerie getting pushed down
a flight of stairs when "there was no person, nor anything else,
near her." This is enough for Jerry to get in a specialist and
turns to the ever curious, Mr. Tarrant and returns to the house with
his manservant, Katoh, but the night only brings another ghostly
impossibility to light. Surprisingly, Tarrant concludes that "there
is no mechanical contrivance in the entire house in any way connected
with the phenomena." So what caused the phenomena? Could a
modern, 1930s house really be haunted?The
impossibility of phantom footfalls is a neat variation on the
no-footprints scenario, which has been sporadically explored in such
stories as Anthony Wynne's "Footsteps"
(1926) to Edward D. Hoch's "The
Stalker of Souls" (1989), but never as good as "The Episode
of the Tangible Illusion" – on a whole a very original take on
the haunted house detective story. I'm thinking it's time to place
The Complete Curious Mr. Tarrant (2003) on the reread pile.
Ring
Lardner's "Haircut," originally published in the March 28, 1925,
issue of Liberty Magazine, is, as the introduction points out, "not a typical mystery story." Lardner was famous as a
sports writer and humorist who penned a darkly humorous story
presented as a string of anecdotes told by a barber cutting a new
customer. The anecdotes revolves around the exploits of the small
town's cruel jester, Jim Kendall, who would have made a fascinating
study subject for Peter Scarlet from Benét's "The Amateur of
Crime." So, of course, Kendall gets hoisted on his own petard. A
bleak, darkly humorous criminal anecdote and a welcome surprise to
find in this anthology.
Stuart
Palmer's "Fingerprints Don't Lie" was first published in the
November, 1947, issue of EQMM and one of the Miss Hildegarde
Withers short stories I hadn't read yet. Miss Withers was on her way
to California for a holiday when her friends of the New York police
at Centre Street asks her to look into a missing person, Eileen
Travis. She's supposed to be living there to establish residence for
a Nevada divorce. And her husband, recently indicted for black market
shenanigans, has uttered some treats. Miss Withers arrives on the
scene of a gruesome shotgun killing and, before too long, another
murder discovered. This time, the victim has an icepick planted
between his shoulders. Fortunately, the murderer left fingerprints on
the murder weapons ("...the prints on the icepick matched the
prints on the shotgun..."), but they "can't find any
suspect whose prints fit those on the murder weapons." Palmer
is a personal favorite and think Miss Withers is the best spinster
sleuth the Golden Age has produced, but this short story is
definitely a low-point in the series. The solution to the
fingerprints is carny, not the good kind, which is trotted out in the
last line as a "tadaah, surprise!" However, it outright ignores
the incredible difficulty to use that trick to shoot someone in the
face with a shotgun or the outright impossibility to stab someone in
the back with it. Unworthy of Palmer and Miss Withers!
Shockingly,
I didn't hate the next story. I'm not a fan of Melville Davisson Post
nor understand the (once) classical status of stories like "The
Doomdorf Mystery" (1914) or why S.S.
van Dine, Ellery
Queen and Howard Haycraft tried to prop him up as America's
answer to G.K. Chesterton and Father Brown – which couldn't be
further from the truth. Every story I've read by Post was a poor
specimen of the detective story often with "borrowed" plot ideas. "The Doomdorf Mystery" reportedly
lifted the central idea from M. McDonnell Bodkin's "Murder by
Proxy" (1897), "The
Bradmoor Murder" (1925) took its cue from a famous Sherlock
Holmes story and "The
Hidden Law" (1914) bad and boring. So gave it half a thought to
simply skip this story, but decided to give it a try. And,
surprisingly, found a very decently done courtroom procedural.Post's "The Witness in the Metal Box," originally published in the
November, 1929, issue of The American Magazine, concerns a
contested will. Alexander Harrington was supposed to have died
intestate, "leaving his great properties to pass by operation of
law to his daughter," but a holograph will was found leaving
everything to his younger brother ("...some minor provisions for
the daughter"). What gave the testament the stamp of
authenticity is the signature ("that big arabesque of a scrawl
could not be imitated"). Colonel Braxton, "no
knight-errant for romance," is the eccentric lawyer
representing the daughter. But he brought no witnesses or experts to
testify. Only a small, circular metal box and curious questions about
farming to win the case ("this Colonel Braxton was the magician
out of a storybook"). I never thought I would say this about a
short story penned by Melville Davisson Post, but "The Witness in
the Metal Box" is not bad at all.
Ellery
Queen's "Man Bites Dog" first appeared in the June, 1939, issue
of Blue Book and collected in The New Adventures of Ellery
Queen (1940), which is where I first read it, but remembered next
to nothing about the story or plot. The story finds Queen working in
Hollywood and itching the return to New York where "the New York
Giants and the New York Yankees are waging mortal combat to determine
the baseball championship of the world" ("ever missed a
New York series before"). Miss Paula Paris, celebrated gossip
columnist, ensures he gets to see the championship match together
Inspector Richard Queen and Sgt. Velie. During the game, the
ex-baseball pitcher Big Bill Tree is poisoned while watching the
game. While not the most challenging of short stories this series has
produced, the solution to the poisoning has a satisfying little
twist. However, the most interesting part of the story is the
character of Ellery Queen himself.
It
has been pointed out before that the Ellery Queen in this short story
is nothing like the book collecting, pince-nez-wearing Philo Vance
clone who was introduced in The Roman Hat Mystery (1929) a
decade earlier. You can't imagine the Queen from the international
series getting annoyed at a murder interrupting his baseball game and
only given the case half his attention, while keeping another eye on
the game. That being said, I think "Man Bites Dog" could have
been adapted into a tremendous episode for the 1975 Ellery Queen
TV series. I couldn't help but imagine Jim Hutton, David Wayne and
Tom Reese playing the parts of EQ, Inspector Queen and Sgt. Velie
here.
"The
Phonograph Murder," originally published in the January 25, 1947,
issue of Collier's, is Helen
Reilly's only short story on record. This story is an inverted
detective story. George Bonfield is the complacent, browbeaten
husband of Louise who realizes one evening he really hates her guts.
The catalyst is his aunt's bequest coming due in three months and his
wife tells him colorful details how she intends to spend the money
("she went on, devouring his $30,000 endowment to the last
crumb"). A broken timer on the gas stove gives him an idea how
to get rid of his wife and provide himself with an incontestable
alibi, or so he hopes. The case of the apparently botched burglary is
in the hands of Inspector Christopher McKee of the Manhattan Homicide
Squad. Not that this case needed a great detective as Bonfield folds
at the first small bump in the road and obligingly confesses. So a
weak ending to a story that started out strong.Mary
Roberts Rinehart's "The Lipstick," originally published in
the July, 1942, issue of Cosmopolitan, brings some mild
suspense to this anthology. Elinor Hammond had fallen from the
tenth-floor window of her psychiatrist's waiting room, but did she
take her own life or was she pushed? Her younger cousin, Miss Louise
Baring, believes she was murdered and takes it upon herself to find
the murderer. Not merely because her mother threatens to stop her
allowance for trying to stir up scandal. Not bad, on a whole, but not
really my thing either.
Vincent
Starrett's "Too Many Sleuths," originally published in the
October, 1927, issue of Real Detective Tales and Mystery Stories,
is the longest story in this anthology and loosely based on the
real-life Oscar Slater case – similar to D. Erskine Muir's Five
to Five (1934). This time, the victim is the elderly, jumpy
Miss Harriet Lambert "who is constantly afraid that something is
going to happen to her." So she locked herself away in her
apartment with her collection of brooches, rings, and pendants
against "the bloody terrors that filled the outside world."
Unfortunately, for Miss Lambert, one of those bloody horrors got pass
the patent spring lock on the door and bludgeoned her to death.
Frederick Dellabough, roving crime reporter of the Morning
Telegram, is on the case and he has access to his own armchair
detective, G. Washington Troxell. A bibliophile, bookseller and
amateur detective who work together like Rex
Stout's Archie Goodwin and Nero Wolfe ("I'm Dellabough's
brain. Dellabough, to put it in another way, is my legs"). The
first lead is the man who was seen casually leaving the scene of the
crime after saying goodbye to the corpse. A man who may be named Otto
Sandow or Oscar Slaney and they may, or not may, be one and the same
person. Just one of the many complications that include other people
who think they got hold of the answer.
A
very well written, Wolfean-style detective story predating Stout's
Nero Wolfe series by a good eight years! Regrettably, the solution is
plain and unremarkable next to the elaborate misdirection and dead
ends involving mixed identifies, a pawn ticket and too many sleuths.
A stronger, more inspired solution could have turned this into a
small gem.
T.S.
Stribling's "A Passage to Benares," first published in the
February 20, 1926, issue of Adventure, closes out this
anthology, but have nothing much to say about it. Dr. Henry Poggioli,
the American psychologist and consulting detective, is in the Port of
Spain, Trinidad, when he asked to investigate a murder at a Hindu
temple. A young bride had been found decapitated and a group of
beggars were found sleeping nearby carrying items of the murdered
bride, but the widowed groom is also under suspicion. However, this
story is an exercise in style over substance. From the local color
and dream analyzes to the final line. A travelogue trying to be a
regional mystery, which only succeeded in making me appreciate S.H.
Courtier and Arthur
W. Upfield all the more.
So
not a great closer to Golden Age Whodunits, but, on a whole, I
thought the selection an improvement over Golden Age Locked Room
Mysteries. Not every pick is a classic of the short story form,
some were just bad or disappointing, but greatly enjoyed the stories
from Boucher, Eberhart, King and Queen with the stories by Lardner
and Post being welcome surprises. So the usual mixed bag of tricks,
but a mixed bag with something for everyone.