LOUIS TRACY – Number Seventeen.

Cassell, UK, hardcover, 1916; Clode, US, hardcover, 1919. Silent film: Fox, 1920 (scw & dir: George A. Beranger).

LOUIS TRACY Number Seventeen

   When writer Frank Theydon emerges from a theatre, he notices a beautiful girl and a distinguished man who is evidently her father waiting for their car. A minor accident delays Theydon’s taxi home to Innesmore Mansions by ten minutes, and he notices the man, who had told his daughter he was dropping in at his club, outside the building.

   Theydon occupies Flat 18 on the top floor, opposite the titular 17. Much to his surprise the man enters the building. By the sound of his footsteps Theydon deduces the stranger visits 17, the home of Edith, widow of Arthur Lester, for about five minutes, and then leaves.

   Next day Theydon is off to dine with millionaire James Creighton Forbes to talk about the latter’s campaign urging the peaceful use of airships. Not long before this engagement Theydon learns Mrs Lester was murdered the previous night. Yet another shock awaits him: Forbes turns out to be the man he saw enter the block of flats. And what’s more, Theydon is followed home from Forbes’ house by a mysterious grey limousine.

   After being interviewed that evening by Chief Inspector James Leander Winter and Detective Inspector Charles Furneaux, an unlikely pair who appear to be constantly at each other’s throats but are *far* shrewder than they seem, Theydon becomes involved willy nilly in their investigation of the murder and its ramifications.

   And so the reader is off to the races with numerous twists and turns involving, among other things, an American tourist, a motorcycle chase, kidnappings, shots through windows, pea-sized ivory skulls — and the return of the grey limousine.

My verdict:   Number Seventeen might best be characterised as a mystery-thriller with a dash of romance. I liked the sparring police partners, straightforward Winter and imaginative Furneaux, who pop up unexpectedly all over the landscape.

   There’s plenty of action and a bit of suspense and in fact as Furneaux remarks at one point, “Oh, it’s a plot and a half, I can assure you”, and indeed it is, Oscar, it is.

Etext: http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/etext04/num1710.txt

         Mary R