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A Craig Kennedy Scientific Mystery Novel. The sudden death of Stella Lamar as she is playing before the camera is the occasion for a story with a double appeal--a thoroughly
tangled mystery solved by Craig Kennedy and the life of the movie people in all its fascinating detail.
Kennedy and I had been hastily summoned from his laboratory in the city by District-Attorney Mackay, and now stood in the luxurious, ornate library in the country home of Emery Phelps, the banker, at Tarrytown.
"Camera!--you know the call when the director is ready to shoot a scene of a picture?--well--at the moment it was given and the first and second camera men began to grind--she crumpled--sank to the floor--unconscious!"
Frank Aldersley becomes engaged to Clara Burnham at a celebration ball the night before he joins an expedition to find the Northwest Passage. Clara is an orphan, staying with her best friend,
Lucy Crayford whose husband is a lieutenant on the voyage. The same evening Clara rejects the advances of Richard Wardour, another admirer. Wardour in bitter despair joins the expedition
at the last minute, vowing revenge on his rival without knowing that he is part of the crew.
The date is between twenty and thirty years ago. The place is an English sea-port. The time is night. And the business of the moment is--dancing.
The Mayor and Corporation of the town are giving a grand ball, in celebration of the departure of an Arctic expedition from their port. The ships of the
expedition are two in number--the Wanderer and the Sea-mew. They are to sail (in search of the Northwest Passage) on the next day, with the morning tide.
It begins with the visit of a professor of Archeology from the University who asks Kennedy's assistance in finding an ancient Inca dagger from the items brought back from a recent Peruvian dig.
While the Professor is still conferring with Kennedy, word comes that a wealthy Peruvian has just been murdered with the stolen dagger.
"There's something weird and mysterious about the robbery, Kennedy. They took the very thing I treasure most of all, an ancient Peruvian dagger."
Professor Allan Norton was very much excited as he dropped into Craig's laboratory early that forenoon.
Norton, I may say, was one of the younger members of the faculty, like Kennedy. Already, however, he had made for himself a place as one of the foremost of South American explorers and archaeologists.
The Golden Slipper (1915) By: Anna Katharine Green
A collection of nine mysteries solved by the young sleuth Violet Strange.
"She's here! I thought she would be. She's one of the three young ladies you see in the right-hand box near the proscenium."
The gentleman thus addressed--a man of middle age and a member of the most exclusive clubs--turned his opera glass toward the spot designated, and in some astonishment retorted:
"She? Why those are the Misses Pratt and--"
"Miss Violet Strange; no other."
"And do you mean to say--"
"I do--"
The Great Impersonation (1920) By: E. Phillips Oppenheim
The year is 1913. The disgraced and formerly penniless aristocrat Sir Everard Dominey returns from German East Africa a reformed and wealthy man determined to take his place in English society.
But is he Sir Everard or the German spy, Baron Leopold von Ragastein? Leopold, educated at Eton and Oxford with the Englishman, bears a striking resemblance to Dominey and was often taken as his
double at school. After a chance encounter in Africa, one of them has returned. But who?
The trouble from which great events were to come began when Everard Dominey, who had been fighting his way through the scrub for the last three quarters of an hour towards those thin,
spiral wisps of smoke, urged his pony to a last despairing effort and came crashing through the great oleander shrub to pitch forward on his head in the little clearing. It developed
the next morning, when he found himself for the first time for many months on the truckle bed, between linen sheets, with a cool, bamboo-twisted roof between him and the relentless sun.
He raised himself a little in the bed.
"Where the mischief am I?" he demanded.
Gerard Roylake returns from Germany on the death of his father to take up his inheritance at Trimley Deen. On his first evening he walks to the nearby River Loke and recognises his childhood friend,
Cristel Toller, the miller's daughter. He also meets a deaf man living at the mill known only as The Lodger. Gerard's stepmother, meanwhile, is keen to introduce him to local society and in particular
to her friend Lady Rachel's sister.
FOR reasons of my own, I excused myself from accompanying my stepmother to a dinner-party given in our neighborhood. In my present humor, I preferred being alone -
and, as a means of getting through my idle time, I was quite content to be occupied in catching insects.
Provided with a brush and a mixture of rum and treacle, I went into Fordwitch Wood to set the snare, familiar to hunters of moths, which we call sugaring the trees.
Lord Montbarry breaks off his engagement to Agnes Lockwood to marry the Countess Narona. The couple end a continental tour in Venice where they live reclusively in a large, decaying palace.
They are accompanied by Baron Rivar, brother of the Countess, and by Ferrari, their courier.
In the year 1860, the reputation of Doctor Wybrow as a London physician reached its highest point. It was reported on good authority that he was in receipt of one of the largest incomes derived
from the practice of medicine in modern times.
One afternoon, towards the close of the London season, the Doctor had just taken his luncheon after a specially hard morning's work in his consulting-room, and with a formidable list of visits
to patients at their own houses to fill up the rest of his day-- when the servant announced that a lady wished to speak to him.
Arsène Lupin returns in a wonderful story of disguises, love, and of course treasure. Once again, Lupin crosses paths with the famous Holmlock Shears. But this time Arsène matches wits with
Isidore Beautrelet, Sixth-form Schoolboy. Every step that Lupin takes has Beautrelet right on his heels. Has Lupin finally met his match? Will Beautrelet discover the secret of the Hollow Needle?
And has the gentleman burglar met another match as well, one who will lead him away from his life of crime forever?
Raymonde listened. The noise was repeated twice over, clearly enough to be distinguished from the medley of vague sounds that formed the great silence of the night and yet too faintly to enable
her to tell whether it was near or far, within the walls of the big country- house, or outside, among the murky recesses of the park.
This is the sequel to "Monsieur Lecoq", that reveals the "why" and "who" of what happened in Monsieur Lecoq.
On the first Sunday in the month of August, 1815, at ten o'clock precisely--as on every
Sunday morning--the sacristan of the parish church at Sairmeuse sounded the three
strokes of the bell which warn the faithful that the priest is ascending the steps of the altar
to celebrate high mass.
The church was already more than half full, and from every side little groups of peasants
were hurrying into the church-yard. The women were all in their bravest attire, with
cunning little fichus crossed upon their breasts, broad-striped, brightly colored skirts, and
large white coifs.
There was a little murmur of regret amongst the five hundred and eighty-seven saloon passengers on board the steamship Lusitania, mingled, perhaps, with a few expressions of a more violent character.
After several hours of doubt, the final verdict had at last been pronounced. They had missed the tide, and no attempt was to be made to land passengers that night. Already the engines had ceased to throb,
the period of unnatural quietness had commenced. Slowly, and without noticeable motion, the great liner swung round a little in the river.
The Innocence of Father Brown By: G. K. Chesterton
I have read the adventures of a number of detectives who followed Sherlock Holmes, but I don’t think any of them make a good a job of matching the Baker Street resident as Father Brown.
That's interesting in that Brown isn’t as much a ‘character’ as Holmes, there are no grand gestures and he often appears a passive person (more than once his sheer normality is emphasised)
who steps in with the correct solution when everyone else is baffled or has eagerly grabbed hold of the wrong one. We therefore don’t know his character as well as Sherlock’s (although there’s
a lot mysterious about Holmes) but after two or three stories we’ve come to rely on his quiet, unruffled presence.
Between the silver ribbon of morning and the green glittering ribbon of sea, the boat touched Harwich and let loose a swarm of folk like flies, among whom the man we must follow was by no means conspicuous -
nor wished to be. There was nothing notable about him, except a slight contrast between the holiday gaiety of his clothes and the official gravity of his face. His clothes included a slight, pale grey jacket,
a white waistcoat, and a silver straw hat with a grey-blue ribbon. His lean face was dark by contrast, and ended in a curt black beard that looked Spanish and suggested an Elizabethan ruff. He was smoking a
cigarette with the seriousness of an idler. There was nothing about him to indicate the fact that the grey jacket covered a loaded revolver, that the white waistcoat covered a police card, or that the straw
hat covered one of the most powerful intellects in Europe. For this was Valentin himself, the head of the Paris police and the most famous investigator of the world; and he was coming from Brussels to London
to make the greatest arrest of the century.
A master criminal, Fu Manchu's murderous plots are marked by the extensive use of arcane methods; he disdains guns or explosives, preferring dacoits, Thuggee, and members of other secret societies
as his agents armed with knives, or using "pythons and hamadryads... fungi and my tiny allies, the bacilli... my black spiders" and other peculiar animals or natural chemical weapons in bed.
"A GENTLEMAN to see you, Doctor."
From across the common a clock sounded the half-hour.
"Ten-thirty!" I said. "A late visitor. Show him up, if you please."
I pushed my writing aside and tilted the lamp-shade, as footsteps sounded on the landing. The next moment I had jumped to my feet, for a tall, lean man, with his square-cut,
clean-shaven face sun-baked to the hue of coffee, entered and extended both hands, with a cry:
"Good old Petrie! Didn't expect me, I'll swear!"
The Kingdom of the Blind (1916) By: E. Phillips Oppenheim
Mr. Oppenheim is a past master of the art of constructing ingenious plots and weaving them around attractive characters.
Lady Anselman stood in the centre of the lounge at the Ritz Hotel and with a delicately-poised forefinger counted her guests. There was the great French actress who had every charm but youth,
chatting vivaciously with a tall, pale-faced man whose French seemed to be as perfect as his attitude was correct. The popular wife of a great actor was discussing her husband's latest play with
a Cabinet Minister who had the air of a school-boy present at an illicit feast. A very beautiful young woman, tall and fair, with grey-blue eyes and a wealth of golden, almost yellow hair, was
talking to a famous musician. A little further in the background, a young man in the uniform of a naval lieutenant was exchanging what seemed to be rather impressive chaff with a petite but
exceedingly good-looking girl. Lady Anselman counted them twice, glanced at the clock and frowned.
Detective story dedicated to Regnier, attacking the Scottish Not Proven verdict. Early example of a female sleuth. The heroine is one of Collins's determined and resourceful women characters,
who retains the initiative throughout. In the bizarre character of Miserrimus Dexter Collins created one of his most powerful examples of mental disturbance, here combined with physical handicap.
The novel contains several features of modern detective fiction, including the amateur succeeding where the professionals failed, a court-room cross-examination influenced by the Madeleine Smith trial,
the use of an alibi, and the sequential elimination of the various suspects.
"FOR after this manner in the old time the holy women also who trusted in God adorned
themselves, being in subjection unto their own husbands; even as Sarah obeyed Abraham,
calling him lord; whose daughters ye are as long as ye do well, and are not afraid with
any amazement."
Concluding the Marriage Service of the Church of England in those well-known words,
my uncle Starkweather shut up his book, and looked at me across the altar rails with a
hearty expression of interest on his broad, red face. At the same time my aunt, Mrs.
Starkweather, standing by my side, tapped me smartly on the shoulder, and said,
"Valeria, you are married!"
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