DAVE J. GARRITY – Dragon Hunt. Signet P3203, paperback original, 1967.

   Even if you’re a staunch Mike Hammer fan — and, yes, Virginia, of course there are — chances are still good that you’ve never heard of Peter Braid. One of Hammer’s best private eye drinking buddies.

   You don’t believe me? Don’t just take my word for it. Here’s the quote from the front cover: “Guts, action … the kind of stuff I like to read.” So says Mickey Spillane. On the back cover is a photo of Spillane and Garrity together, presumably comparing notes on each of their heroes’ latest adventures. And the coup de gras: on page 74 of the book in hand, Peter Braid is in a jam, and who does he call on to keep an eye on his client’s granddaughter? Mike Hammer. That’s who.

   Apparently none of the Hammer mystique rubbed off, however. No so far as the buying public was concerned. According to Al Hubin’s Bibliography, none of the other four Garrity/Gerrity books were vehicles for Peter Braid, although, one, The Hot Mods (also published by Signet, 1969), might be. Hardly a sign of significant commercial success, wouldn’t you agree?

   Braid refers to his lady acquaintances as hairpins. Cigarettes he calls nails. He has a wide propensity for wiseass leers, and the case he’s working on is plotted in comic book proportions. I liked it.

   His client is a wealthy Wall Street retireee. He fears his son has evil designs on his granddaughter, Braid is St. George. Cain DuMont, son of Adam DuMont, is the dragon, the Dark Man, the man in black. His mind is twisted.

   As much as they were intended to, the edge-of-the-chair climax and the accompanying heroics include no real surprises. They were effectively done, however, and the make for a fitting close to a tough guy novel Which probably means exactly what you think it does. Garrity wrote and thought in cliches, but as sure as anything, he enjoyed what he was doing. If there ever was another Peter Braid case after this one, I hope somebody out there lets me know.

   A nice Ron Lesser cover, by the way, apparently of the granddaughter, wearing next to nothing at all. (Yes, Virginia, it’s in the book.)

— Reprinted from The MYSTERY FANcier, Vol. 4, No. 2, March-April 1980 (very slightly revised).