I
know my blog is dominated by locked
room mysteries and impossible
crimes, which tends to come at the expense of regular detective
stories, but the monster that Edgar Allan Poe created still has me
firmly in its grip. Just like Vincent, "I'm possessed by this
house and can never leave it again." Nevertheless, I do want to
spread out my locked room reading in the future, but until then, I
crossed two more short stories from my to-read list. Stories by two
modern-day champions of the impossible crime story whose dedication
and output rivaled that of the master, John
Dickson Carr.
Edward
D. Hoch's "The Problem of the Devil's Orchard" was originally
published in the January, 2006 issue of Ellery Queen's Mystery
Magazine and will be collected for the very first time in the
forthcoming Challenge the Impossible: The Last Casebook of Dr. Sam
Hawthorne (20??) – published by Douglas Greene of Crippen
& Landru. A collection of short stories representing the
closing chapters on a long-running series that was fully dedicated to
the impossible crime story, but we can be downcast about this when
the time comes.
"The
Problem of the Devil's Orchard" takes place during Labor Day
weekend of 1943, when the tide of the war in Europe was turning in
favor of the Allies, but the war was not the only thing occupying the
people of the New England town of Northmont. A young man had
miraculously vanished from an apple orchard.
Phil
Fitzhugh only recently celebrated his nineteenth birthday, works at
the feed store of his family and is dating a girl, Lisa Smith, whom
he intends to marry, but her folks won't hear of it. Phil became
frantic when he finally received his draft notice.
So
Lisa turned to Dr. Sam Hawthorne for help, who enlisted the
assistance of Sheriff Lens, but after they pick a drunk Phil up at a
bar, where he was "acting a bit unsteady," he escapes from
Hawthorne's car and flees into Desmond's Orchard – known locally as
the Devil's Orchard. The hundred-acre apple orchard is believed to be
haunted and attracts "arcenous children," which is why
the owner erected two, eight-feet chain-link fences topped by
barbwire. Phil was completely trapped inside the orchard, but a
subsequent search by fifty workers only turned up a blood-smeared
shirt. And the strip of bare soil along the fences was soft enough to
show footprints. Only problem is that the earth showed no signs of
having been stood on. So how did he vanish from a locked and watched
apple orchard?
Hoch
has a deserved reputation of usually delivering one of the better, if
not the best, short story in any mystery anthology that he's a part
of, but this is not one of his finest pieces of impossible crime
fiction.
The
clues and hints to the solution where all there, like the stone that
was found on the bloody shirt, but the fair play could disguise that
the impossibility was weak and uninspired. An explanation that should
have been used as a false, throw-away solution. Unworthy of Hoch, the
King of the Short Detective Story.
So,
now we go from one modern locksmith of the impossible crime story,
who's no longer among us, to another artisan who still very much
alive.
An
English translation of Paul
Halter's "The Robber's Grave" first appeared in the June,
2007 issue of Ellery Queen's Mystery Magazine and was
translated, as always, by John Pugmire of Locked
Room International. The story is a charming one and can be
compared to the kind of impossible crime stories from Carter
Dickson's The
Department of Queer Complaints (1940).
Dr.
Alan Twist had taken his car to escape the noisy, bustling city of
London and lose himself in "the peaceful English countryside,"
but had ended up in a "desolate spot" across "the
border of darkest Wales." There he stumbles into an inn and
listens to the story of a nearby grave site where grass refuses to
grow.
A
hundred years ago, Idris Jones was denounced by "a couple of
blackguards," who claim to have seen him rob and beat a beggar
to death, but, despite his heated denials, Jones was hanged as a
murderer. On his way to the gallows, Jones asked God not to allow "a
blade of grass ever to grow over his grave" and the grass over
his grave did turn yellow and then disappeared. And that's the last
time green was seen on that patch of ground. An attempt to find a
logical and natural explanation has driven a developer out of the
village.
A
property developer from Bristol, Evans, had bought the land and
wanted to turn the grounds into a golf course, but you don't want
your patrons to come across a haunted grave when they're doing a
relaxing round of golf. So he vowed "to break the ancient curse"
or "abandon the project." Evans went to a lot of trouble
to prove it was all a trick or misunderstanding.
Evans
removed the earth to a considerable depth and replaced it with rich,
seeded loam, but the grass had scarcely began to grow when it began
to turn yellow, died and a bare patch outlining a grave – which
only made him double his efforts. The earth was replaced again and
Evans hired the best gardeners in the region, but when even this
failed he began to suspect sabotage from the locals. So he built a
wall around the fence with a metal grille serving as a gate. Guards
and dogs watched over this small fortress and the earth inside was,
once again, replaced. But all to no avail. The grass refused to grow.
A
good and novel impossible situation with a neat, simple and
believable explanation that also betrayed the author is undeniably
French.
I
believe these type of peculiar problems and unusual impossibilities
work best, as is demonstrated here, when the problem-solver of the
story acts purely as an armchair detective who listens to these
extraordinary accounts and then reasoning a logical answer from that
same armchair – doing all of the work in his head. "The Robber's
Grave" is not strictly an armchair story, because Twists does leave
his seat, but he pretty much functions as one. And he figures out the
method when he recalled a mean-spirited prank he played on a nasty
neighbor as a child.
So
we have a good, fun little detective story and another that began
promising, but ended up being underwhelming. Well, we'll have to do
with that, I guess, and I'll return with some non-impossible crime
novels from the likes of Christopher
Bush, E.R.
Punshon and perhaps Erle
Stanley Gardner. So stay tuned.










