STEPHEN MARLOWE – The Second Longest Night. Gold Medal #423, paperback original; 1st printing, October 1955. Gold Medal 1003, reprint, 1960.

   Here on the right is a photo of the box of Gold Medal paperbacks that I’m starting to work my way through. I’m choosing at random from these that you see here as well as the shelf in my closet where I have something like a thousand more.

   But the box is handier, at least for now. That’s another New Year’s resolution: to clean up the upstairs study enough so that I can actually reach the shelf in my closet.

   The Second Longest Night is one I’d never read before, not until last night. I’d have been 13 at the time it was published, and I didn’t start buying any of the Gold Medal’s straight from the spinner rack at the local supermarket and reading them for another two years or so. It’s the first recorded adventure of Stephen Marlowe’s Washington DC-based private eye, Chester Drum, who tells the story himself.

   There were 20 of these cases in all, including Double in Trouble, a cross-over case solved with Richard S. Prather’s Shell Scott, a book I hope to be able to re-read again soon. As I recall, when I read it when I was 17 or 18 (and never since), it was a doozy.

   In The Second Longest Night, the case is personal. Drum’s ex-wife Deidre (divorced) has just committed suicide, and her father, a lame-duck Senator, wants Drum to find out why. There are also rumors that she was flirting with joining the Communist Party, which in 1955 would have raised all kinds of questions.

   Later on, Drum’s adventures were more and more involved with foreign espionage, but I had always assumed his earlier ones took place in and around the DC area. While this one starts there, it also takes him to the jungles of Venezuela before heading off to San Diego before the case is closed.

   Why Venezuela? As it happens a third-string diplomat for the Venezuelan embassy is responsible for the death of the man Drum had asked to look into the case for him, and while Drum does not consider himself a vigilante avenger, he does feel responsible. (The suave and sinister but nevertheless minor flunky invokes diplomatic immunity before scramming out of the US.)

   Encountered along the way are two women, naturally, one a young perky reporter who is also on the case, and the dead woman’s sister, but while Drum is attracted to each in their own way, the first has a Congressman fiancé, and the second is married to a well-known astronomer based in California, hence the trip to San Diego.

   The action is fast and furious at times, and at others rather sluggish. There a lot of plot crammed into 160 pages, much of it background material for all of the many players involved. As for the solution to the matter, I really don’t think it works. Maybe it might have in 1955, but I don’t really think so, and certainly not today. Unfortunately I cannot say more without Telling All.