"I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity."- Edgar Allan Poe
Back in February, I reviewed Jonathan
Latimer's Headed
for a Hearse (1935), a hardboiled locked
room mystery, which I erroneously labeled as his first foray into the
genre, but the always helpful comment section pointed out several sources that
list Murder in the Madhouse (1935) as the first entry in his five-part
Bill Crane series – which was published in the same year as Headed for a Hearse.
It’s an understandable mistake to make, right? So lets try this again!
Jonathan
Latimer began his writing career as a reporter for the Chicago Herald
Examiner, but eventually left the newsroom behind to become a novelist and
scenarist in Hollywood. As a screenwriter, Latimer wrote episodes for Perry
Mason, Columbo,
The Lone Wolf and adapted several hardboiled novels for the big screen,
which included Dashiell
Hammett's The Glass Key (1931) and some of his own work – e.g. The
Lady in the Morgue (1935). But he's primarily remembered by the mystery
readers of today for the darkly humorous, alcohol fueled hardboiled and
sometimes slightly controversial screwball novels about Bill Crane.
Connoisseurs of the private-eye novel
will likely point out that Latimer's greatest contribution to the genre was in
a far more serious vein, Solomon's Vineyard (1941), but that's a story
for another day. So, lets finally take a look at Latimer's debut novel!
Murder in the Madhouse opens with Bill Crane in the back of an ambulance, hands cuffed, en
route to a private sanatorium. Crane is being brought in on account of his
delusions, "a fixation that he's a great detective," but not any old
detective. Oh no! Crane has laid claim to the name of Edgar
Allan Poe's C. Auguste Dupin and gave "a demonstration in elementary
deduction" upon his arrival, which immediately caused friction between Dr.
Livermore and Dr. Eastman – who run the entire sanatorium. It would not be the
last exhibition he gave of elementary and advanced feats of deduction.
Of course, the delusions of Crane are
simply a ruse to get into the place and the reason for his presence is an
undercover assignment: one of the sanatorium's patients, Miss Van Kamp, sent a
distressing message to her brother and he hired Crane to find out what has
happened.
Miss Van Kamp was in possession of a
small strongbox, stuffed with "about four hundred thousand dollars worth of
bonds," but equally important is that the box contained one of two keys
necessary to open a safety-deposit box in New York City. A deposit box holding
an additional eight hundred thousand dollars in cash, jewelry and bonds, which
makes for a grand total of 1.2 million dollars! Obviously, people have been
lured onto a path of crime for a fraction of that kind of money and someone was
more than just tempted, because the strongbox went missing from its hiding
place, but the purloiner is willing to a go a lot farther than mere thievery to
became a millionaire – which becomes evident when a body is found underneath
Miss Van Kamp's bed.
A good and kind man, named Pittsfield,
who "thought he was Abraham Lincoln," was found strangled to death in
Van Kamp's room. He would not be the last: the murderer switched from a black
woolen cord to bone-handled knives and this enabled the guilty party to
stack-up several bodies over a relatively short period of time. Crane has to
figure out who's currently in possession of the strongbox and is willing to
kill for it, while keeping up the pretence of being mentally slightly off
balance and has to do so among potential suspects who genuinely are unbalanced.
There are also the doctors and staff members to consider!
The combination of the setting and Crane's
situation made for both an interesting and engaging detective story, but the
plot and story-telling is also flecked with hints of the books relationship
with the Hardboiled School –
even revealing it as an early ancestor of the contemporary crime novel. As
Latimer's profile on Thrilling
Detective state, he was dogged by controversy, because he dared to dare the
reader by showing them the grimier side of life, which even today seems to be
able to shock and titillate some people.
There are, of course, the spots of
physical altercations, but they're par of the course for a hardboiled
private-eye novel. I don't remember ever reading one without several characters
getting punched, kicked and bruised. However, here we also have one of the
patients getting bloodied in a third-degree by the orderlies of the sanatorium.
A gross abuse of power which is also present in the way the doctors conduct
themselves. Who initially refused to alert the authorities about the murders
that were taking place in the sanatorium, but that's just the surface stuff.
The same orderlies, who also drove Crane
around in the ambulance, were overheard by him in the first chapter bragging how
great an ambulance is to pick up "babes," because you don't have to pay
for a hotel room and how the best part is "that they can scream their damn
heads off" and "nobody will pay any attention" – which sounded kind
of rapey. There were a number of references and descriptions to the consumption
of illegally obtained moonshine, which was topped off with a spot of casual
racism.
So I can imagine Murder in the
Madhouse would have some modern readers sprinting to the nearest designated
safe-space and fling themselves on the first therapy dog they find there. But
if you have the historical awareness that the early twentieth century wasn't
like a Walt Disney movie, you can probably handle Latimer's crime-fiction. And
there's a small bonus for the readers who can make it to the end of the book.
Murder in the Madhouse is mentioned in Robert Adey's Locked Room Murders and Other
Impossible Crimes (1991), but the impossible situation does not occur until
the very end of the book. The seemingly impossible murder is used as way to
identify the guilty part and expunge any possible doubt about the guilt of this
person. I’m not going to reveal too much about this situation, but it does
involve a body being flung from an upper-floor room that had only one, high up
and seemingly inaccessible window. It was the room where the murderer was being
detained. So that was nicely done, I thought.
