Reviewed by DAVID L. VINEYARD:         


ARNOLD FREDERICKS – The Blue Lights. W. J. Watt & Co., hardcover, 1915. Hardcover reprint: Grosset & Dunlap, no date. Serialized (four parts) in The Cavalier as “The Changing Lights,” January 11 through February 1, 1913.

ARNOLD FREDERICKS The Blue Lights

    Before there was Nick and Nora Charles, or Pam and Jerry North, or even Lord Peter and Harriet Vane, a pair of happily married American sleuths were pursuing mystery across the international scene fighting crime tooth and nail.

    Robert and Grace Duvall were the creation of Frederick Arnold Kummer, a popular mystery writer both under his own name, and as Arnold Fredericks and an early tie to the burgeoning new cinema as both a scenarist and like Arthur B. Reeve, the creator of Craig Kennedy, adapting films to print. He also co wrote musicals with Sigmund Romberg and Victor Herbert — not bad company.

    The Duvalls debuted in the pulps in The Cavalier as “The Honeymoon Detectives,” a series Robert Sampson describes in Yesterday’s Faces, The Solvers (Volume 4) as “prose as bland as unsweetened farina.” There Robert Duvall, private investigator, and Grace Elliott, plucky American girl, met and fell in love. [Note: Follow the link above for a long excerpt from Bob Sampson’s book.]

    Richard, as the series opens, is a “gifted” private detective assigned to the staff of M. Lefevere, Prefect of the Paris Police.

    Despite being such a bright and gifted sleuth, Richard has nothing on Grace, who is front and center for most of their six adventures, finding more ways to get into trouble than Nancy Drew ever imagined. The six books cover a number of changes in the Duvall’s life. As The Blue Lights opens they are retired from crime fighting and living in Maryland on a plantation until Richard’s fame draws him reluctantly back into the world of crime and detection.

ARNOLD FREDERICKS The Blue Lights

    Their adventures are: One Million Francs ( in Cavalier as “The Honeymoon Detectives”), The Ivory Snuff Box (which opens exactly one hour after the first book ends), The Blue Lights (in Cavalier as “The Changing Lights), The Little Fortune, “The Mysterious Goddess,” and Film of Fear (in which Robert aids movie star Ruth Morton).

    [Note: The publication dates for these adventures as they appeared in the pulp magazines can be found here. Unaccountably, “The Mysterious Goddess” has never appeared in book form.]

    In The Blue Lights an American millionaire’s son has been kidnapped in Paris and his agent rushes to the Duvall’s Maryland estate to enlist Robert in the investigation:

    “You must listen to what I have to say, Mr. Duvall, at any rate. Mr. Stapleton would not hear to my returning, after seeing you without having explained to you the nature of the case.”

    Duvall leaned back, and began to fondle the long moist nose of the collie which sat beside his chair. “If you insist, Mr. Hodgman, I will listen, of course; but I assure you It will be quite useless.”

    “I hope not. The case is most distressing. Mr. Stapleton’s only child has been kidnapped!”

    “Kidnapped!” Duvall sat up with a start, every line of his face tense with professional interest. “When? Where?”

    “In Paris. The cablegram arrived this morning…”

ARNOLD FREDERICKS The Blue Lights

    Stapleton is a banker who Duvall has worked for before — a “wealthy banker” as we are told (as opposed to a poor banker one supposes). Duvall reluctantly agrees to take the case. Robert doesn’t want to leave Grace, but she insists: “I think, Robert, that you had better go.”

    And go he does, allowing Fredericks to use his favorite device, the divided storyline, following Robert on one hand and Grace on the other, because no sooner has he departed than he receives an urgent message from his old friend and boss M. Lefevere begging him to come to Paris to take over a difficult case.

    Grace packs and heads for Paris, unaware that she will arrive there alone because Robert as taken a detour to New Jersey on one of his mysterious missions (like many sleuths of the era Robert is prone to omniscience when he isn’t dense as a teak two by four).

    In Paris, Lefevere enlists Grace as his new assistant with typical Gallic resignation:

    Immediately on reaching Paris, she drove to the office of the Prefect of Police, and sent in her card to Monsieur Lefevre. She thought it possible that he would expect her, as his agent in Washington would no doubt have communicated with him. Nor was she mistaken.

    He rushed into the anteroom as soon as he received her card, and embraced her with true Gallic fervor, kissing her on both cheeks until she blushed. Then he drew her into his private office…

    “But — it was for that very case that I desired his assistance. And by this Stapleton, who cables that the whole police force of Paris are a lot of jumping jacks! Sacre! It is insufferable!”

    “You wanted my husband for the same case?”

    “Assuredly! What else? The child of this pig of a millionaire is stolen — what you call — kidnapped! We have been unable to find the slightest clue. I am in despair… The efficiency of my office is questioned. My honor is at stake. I send for my friend Duvall, to assist me, and — sacre! — I find him already working for this man who has insulted me. It is monstrous!”

ARNOLD FREDERICKS The Blue Lights

    If you didn’t see this coming I have some lovely land in New Mexico I’d like to sell you — nice place called the White Sands Missile Testing Range …

    So Grace goes undercover so she will not be recognized as the wife of the brilliant Robert Duvall. Fredericks, true to the nature of the pulps, conveniently fills us in on what Grace is up to:

    On the day following that upon which she arrived in Paris, Grace Duvall sallied forth, determined to find out two things — first, the position occupied by Alphonse Valentin in the affair of the kidnapping; secondly, the identity of the man who had stolen the box of cigarettes from Valentin’s room, and gone with them to the house in the Avenue Kleber. The latter incident seemed trivial enough, at first sight; yet she reasoned that no one would risk arrest on the score of burglary, to steal anything of such trifling value, without an excellent reason.

    Meanwhile (there are a lot of meanwhile’s in this series) Richard arrives in Paris not knowing Grace is already there and finds his work complicated by his old friend and a police agent he doesn’t realize is a disguised Grace:

    “Good Lord, Chief, am I losing my senses? What is this affair, anyway, a joke?”

    “Far from it, Monsieur Duvall. The criminals are still at large. The boy is in their hands. We must recover him.”

    “But — this money– ”

    “I arranged to get it, in order to prevent Monsieur Stapleton from making a fool of himself. I wish to capture these men — not to let them blackmail him out of half a million francs.” “Had you not interfered, Monsieur Lefevre, they would have been in my hands, by now. I would have had them safely the moment they attempted to enter Paris…”

    Of course rather than simply explain the truth, everyone is as high handed and thick headed as possible without actually provoking the Dorothy Parker reflex (“This book should not be put aside lightly — it should be thrown with great force.”).

ARNOLD FREDERICKS The Blue Lights

    Robert may be “gifted,” but Grace is lucky. At one point she just walks into the kidnapper’s lair and finds the kidnapped child hidden in a plaster casting, then she herself spends a day hiding in a closet from which she luckily overhears all sort of vital information. All I ever heard in a closet was the sound of my clothes being devoured by hungry moths, but then I’m not a plucky sleuth.

    Of course on their separate courses the Duvall’s manage to solve the case, rescue the kidnap victim, and capture the villains after a few close calls:

   The semidarkness showed a terrifying spectacle. On the floor lay a woman, unconscious, clutching in her arms a child, trapped in a long gray coat. Down the dark hallway leading to the rear of the house dashed the figures of two men. One of them turned, as the attacking party entered, and hurled the lighted candle which he bore full into their faces. The entire scene was instantly plunged into darkness.

    Golly!

    But Robert brings it to a satisfying conclusion and explains all the convolutions of the case and how everyone but him was wrong, and M. Lefevere resolves that:

    “The credit belongs equally to both. And that, my children, is as it should be. This affair, so happily terminated, has taught me one important lesson. It is this: The husband and the wife should never be in opposition to each other. They must work together always, not only in matters of this sort, but in all the affairs of life. I attempted a risky experiment in allowing these two dear friends of mine to attack this case from opposite sides. But for some very excellent strokes of luck, it might have resulted most unhappily for all concerned. Hereafter, should Monsieur Duvall and his wife serve me, it must be together, or not at all.”

    You can hardly call these fair play detective stories. Indeed they are full of the sort of thing that the Detection Club and Van Dine’s famous rules were designed to correct, and yet despite prose as “bland as unsweetened farina,” and the high-handed hi-jinks of Robert Duvall, the books are fun and a pleasant read.

    And as Robert Sampson points out, Grace Duvall is something refreshing, in that her adventures continue after marriage rather than finding her ensconced in the home like some princess locked away in a tower. For her day she was a breath of fresh air, however musty the plots she was involved in.

    I enjoyed this and some of Fredericks other works (available on line at Manybooks and Google Books) on their own merits. Like most popular fiction of the age they require a bit of forgiveness by modern readers, but they also offer some genuine entertainment and polite well behaved thrills.

    And historically Grace Duvall is the grande dame of all those bright nosy tec wives to come. She might be a bit staid and prim, but she is a true cousin of Nora Charles, Pam North, Halia Troy, Iris Duluth, Phyllis Shayne, Jean Abbott, Arab Blake, Helene Justus, and the whole attractive brood replete with wicked jaws, long elegant legs (hollow in the case of Nora and Pam), golden curls, and unerring taste for murder.

    Though in all fairness after spending an evening with Robert you may well be wishing for one of Nora Charles and Pam North’s stronger martinis… Even as great detectives go, he really is a pain.

    Gifted my …

    Oh, well, see for yourself.

THE BACKWARD REVIEWER
William F. Deeck


JOSEPH SAMUEL – The Murdered Cliché. Quality Press, UK, hardcover, 1947. No US edition.

   If this reviewer has any weaknesses, a charge he would vigorously dispute, revealing too much about a book would be foremost. That, of course, presupposes that he understands the book or pretends, if he thinks he can get away with it, that he understands the book.

JOSEPH SAMUEL The Murdered Cliche

   Too much about this one won’t be revealed. In fact, I’m not sure what cliché was murdered.

   Samuel’s dedicating the novel “To the Marx Brothers” ‘ should provide a pointer as to what sort of book it will be. The Marx Brothers, however, were lunatics in a sane world, or perhaps vice versa. Here, all is lunatic.

   Basil Lord Maltravers, who never did anything with reason, being beyond that sort of pettiness, is found dead by his butler, not in the library or billiard room but in the bathroom, seated upon the commode for the most part, his head having been disattached and placed in the tub.

   The butler contends to Lady Maltravers, in her “early plenties,” that it’s murder: “‘Well, I put it to you,’ he began argumentatively, ‘there’s a guy, sat down from his neck down and going to have a bath from his neck up. Now, that’s alright if he’s the kind of man who bathes stood on his head with a chair strapped to his seat. But I think I can say, Ma’am, his Lordship was always free from that kind of bias.'”

   Into Elvers Towers, home of the Maltravers, comes Inspector Crimble, stolid, full of common sense, able to move swiftly despite his weight, to scratch his head in perplexity, to be out in all kinds of weather, to hang on with a “‘bulldop” grip, and for all his apparent simplicity not easily led up the garden path. We have seen his like before — and, I believe, since.

   But Crimble, despite his many accomplishments, needs help to deal with Lord Maltravers’s wife and the weekend guests–the Hon. Percy Fitznoggy, old Lady Dewlap, young Jimmy Coker, Peggy Chumleigh, and old Amos Boustead, all of them certifiably bonkers, including Crimble. The servants aren’t much better.

   Thus, Crimble calls upon Mercure Poitrine, whose waxed mustaches and idiosyncrasies may remind some readers of another Gallic detective. And I didn’t think Poirot could be lampooned! Poitrine solves the case, but–

   Well, you wouldn’t believe the ending even if I were so brave as to reveal it. Full of bad puns, some of them amusing, and utterly strange conversations, this novel will appeal only to a few, say those who like me enjoy the early Max Shulman of Barefoot Boy with Cheek or Ross H. Spencer’s caper novels.

— From The MYSTERY FANcier, Vol. 11, No. 2, Spring 1989.


Bibliographic Note: This is the only book by this author to have warranted inclusion in the Revised Crime Fiction IV, by Allen J. Hubin, unless of course Joseph Samuel is not his real name, and then all bets are off.

REVIEWED BY WALTER ALBERT:         


EARLENE FOWLER —
    ● Fool’s Puzzle. Berkley Prime Crime, hardcover, May 1994; reprint paperback, January 1995.
    ● Tumbling Blocks. Berkley Prime Crime, hardcover, May 2007; reprint paperback, May 2008.

EARLENE FOWLER Benni Harper

   Benni Harper’s husband was killed in a car accident some months before the opening of Fool’s Puzzle, the first in this now long-running series, and she’s moved on, serving as curator of a folk-art museum in the town of San Celina, but with an extended family of relations and friends close at hand. The title, like that of all the other titles in the series, refers to a quilting pattern.

   The murder of a potter, who’s been working late at a kiln in the museum, catapults Benni into an unaccustomed role of private investigator, which brings her into conflict with the new sheriff, Gabriel Ortiz, and confirms her character as confrontational and hell bent on putting herself in harm’s way and withholding evidence from the police.

   But then, this seems to be the pattern for strong female protagonists (and what female protagonist isn’t strong?), so you can’t expect anything terribly fresh or ground-breaking in the concept of the central character.

   What makes the series work is the very adept characterization of a fairly large cast, and the sense of grounding in a diverse, changing community as San Celina, formerly largely a ranch and farming community, develops into a more up-scale town, with the museum, ably directed by Benni, at the center of an influx of touristy galleries, restaurants and shops.

EARLENE FOWLER Benni Harper

   In the thirteenth book in the series, Tumbling Blocks, the museum has landed a prize acquisition, the donation of a painting by a nationally known folk artist, with a presentation gala that’s attracting some major attention from outside the area, and an appearance by the reclusive artist’s great-niece, who is a tireless supporter of his work.

   As if Benni doesn’t have enough to do with overseeing the event, she’s coerced by Constance Sinclair, the museum’s major benefactor, into investigating what appears to be the death by natural causes of Constance’s long-time friend “Pinky” Edmondson, but which Constance believes to be a murder.

   The investigation by Benni takes back seat for much of the book but when it comes to the forefront makes up for its earlier reticent place in the plot by heating up rapidly and dangerously for Benni.

   I don’t know that I’m going to be a tireless pursuer of the other titles, but I enjoyed both of these early and late examples of Fowler’s work.

Bibliographic Note: Number fourteen in the series, State Fair, was published earlier this year. For a complete list and cover images of all fourteen, visit the Fantastic Fiction website page here.

A REVIEW BY GEORGE KELLEY:


JOSEPH HONE – The Valley of the Fox. St. Martin’s Press, US, hardcover, 1984. Reprint paperback: Collier, US, 1989. First edition: Secker & Warburg, UK, hardcover, 1982.

JOSEPH HONE

   Joseph Hone has written some fine espionage novels — The Oxford Gambit, The Sixth Directorate and The Private Sector — so The Valley of the Fox comes as a surprise.

   Peter Marlow, retired spy featured in the earlier Hone books, marries a beautiful but mysterious widow named Laura whose anthropologist husband was killed in Africa. Laura has a daughter named Clare who doctors have pronounced “autistic” but who holds many surprises.

   Marlow’s life is idyllic until a masked man enters his house and kills Laura and attempts to kill Peter. Marlow, finding out he’s being framed fqr his wife’s murder, flees into the surrounding English countryside. There he meets a bizarre woman named Alice who helps him rescue Clare from the nearby hospital and allows Peter and Clare the run of her strange estate.

   The plot continues to twist and turn as Marlow investigates his dead wife’s past and the deadly secrets Clare holds. This is not an espionage novel in the conventional sense but Hone manages to pull off an off-beat novel about a retired spy in an incredible plot.

   Recommended!

— From The Poisoned Pen, Vol. 6, No. 4, Fall 1986.


   Bibliography [Taken from the Revised Crime Fiction IV, by Allen J. Hubin.]

HONE, JOSEPH. 1937– .
       The Private Sector (n.) H. Hamilton 1971. Peter Marlow.
       The Sixth Directorate (n.) Secker 1975. Peter Marlow.
       The Paris Trap (n.) Secker 1977

JOSEPH HONE

       The Flowers of the Forest (n.) Secker 1980. US title: The Oxford Gambit. Peter Marlow.

JOSEPH HONE

       The Valley of the Fox (n.) Secker 1982. Peter Marlow.

A REVIEW BY MARYELL CLEARY:
   

MARTHA GRIMES – Jerusalem Inn. Little, Brown & Co., hardcover, 1984. Paperback reprints include: Dell, 1985; Onyx, 2004.

MARTHA GRIMES Jerusalem Inn

   Superintendent Richard Jury meets a woman in a graveyard. He finds her attractive, makes a dinner date, and when he comes to keep it, she is dead — poisoned.

   His investigation takes him to the Jerusalem Inn, a country pub where snooker is played in the back room. Meanwhile, fate is busy drawing Jury’s amateur detective friend, Melrose Plant (aka the Earl of Caverness) his Aunt Agatha, and their mutual. friend, Vivian Rivington, to the same vicinity for a Christmas house party.

   The guests consist of artists and writers who are taciturn, and dilettantes who definitely aren’t. Nicest of the bunch is young Tommy, ace snooker player, otherwise known as the Marquess of Meares.

   Another murder ensues, and a confusion of motives. Jury moves along to a conclusion, but slowly. This is a contemporary version of the old-fashioned British Christmas house party murder mystery, and as such, it really ought to have a final chapter in which everyone is gathered together and everything is explained. Too many loose ends are left untied for my liking.

— Reprinted from The Poisoned Pen, Vol. 6, No. 4, Fall 1986.


      Previously reviewed on this blog:

The Black Cat   (by Ray O’Leary)
The Case Has Altered   (by Steve Lewis)

A TV Review by MIKE TOONEY:


“Run for Doom.” An episode of The Alfred Hitchcock Hour (Season 1, Episode 31). First air date: 17 May 1963. John Gavin, Diana Dors, Scott Brady, Carl Benton Reid, Tom Skerritt. Teleplay: James Bridges, based on the novel Run for Doom (1962) by Henry Kane. Director: Bernard Girard.

   Nickie Carole (Diana Dors) is beautiful and talented. She works as a nightclub singer for Bill Floyd (Scott Brady), whose interest in her is intensely personal; sometimes to get her attention he slaps her around a little, but she seems to enjoy it. Floyd takes her for granted, however, and that will prove to be a fatal error.

HENRY KANE Run for Doom

   Yes, Nickie is bad news, but that doesn’t stop naive young medico Don Reed (John Gavin) from wanting to marry her. Even after his father (Carl Benton Reid) tells him the findings of a private eye — that Nickie has already beeen married three times to well-to-do men — Don insists on marrying her.

   When his father dies unexpectedly, Don comes into a lot of money; so whenever he waves a diamond sparkler under her nose, Nickie’s big eyes get bigger and Don gets even more attractive.

   But the girl can’t help it; Nickie tries to seduce another man just to make Don jealous and because she’s bored with married life. What results from this fracas is a lifetime blackmail plan for Don unless he can figure out how to rid himself of this troublesome wench.

   And then Floyd re-enters their lives with his own solution to the Nickie Carole dilemma, this time one that involves more than just slapping her around a little…

   Diana Dors (a Brit whose accent is always on the verge of manifesting itself) had a reputation for being merely a sex kitten in the Jayne Mansfield tradition, but here she proves that she can act as well as sing provocatively in a strapless evening gown. There isn’t a false note in her performance; she is the perfect femme fatale — and she gets to perform two song numbers, as well.

   In addition to Psycho (1960), John Gavin was a spy in OSS 117 (1968) and had two TV series, Destry (1964) and Convoy (1965). Hitchcock reportedly was unhappy with Gavin’s performance in Psycho, but he more than makes up for it here, traversing the emotional gamut from funny to morose and from naive to sinister.

   Henry Kane wrote for TV as well as roughly 30 novels and about as many short stories, many of which featured his series character Peter Chambers. As for other media: Martin Kane, Private Eye (6 episodes, 1951-52), Mike Hammer (1 episode, 1958), Kraft Theatre (2 episodes, 1958), the screenplay for Ed McBain’s Cop Hater (1958), Brenner (1 episode, 1959), Johnny Staccato (1 episode, 1959), and The Alfred Hitchcock Hour (2 episodes, 1963).

   He even wrote a TV tie-in novel to Peter Gunn (1960), a character some claim may have been “inspired” by Kane’s own Peter Chambers.

   You can see “Run for Doom” on Hulu here. For more on Henry Kane and his series character Peter Chambers, read Steve Lewis’s review of Until You Are Dead, earlier here on this blog.

REVIEWED BY GEOFF BRADLEY:         


JONATHAN CREEK. “The Judas Tree.” BBC-TV, 04 April 2010. Alan Davies (Jonathan Creek), Stuart Milligan (Adam Klaus), Sheridan Smith, with Natalie Walter, Paul McGann. Director: David Renwick.

JONATHAN CREEK The Judas Tree

   Earlier this year we have had a one-off “Easter Special” of this long-running series (the first one was in 1997) with the 95-minute (no adverts) “The Judas Tree”.

   When the series first started (back in 1997) it was a breath of fresh air, with impossible crimes — some with supernatural overtones — solved by a charismatic but entirely rational detective.

   In recent years, although the puzzles continue to beguile, the explanations fail to convince. The elaborate plots are still of great interest but the unravelling of them leaves, much to be explained.

   Also, now that we have “specials” rather than series we get longer stories which are padded out by entirely unfunny comedy sequences with magician Adam Klaus, Creek’s employer in his day-job. (At least this time not as preposterously as in the previous Creek, the Christmas 2008 special.)

   Anyway, in this one Creek is called in when Emily Somerton, housekeeper to crime writer Hugo Dore, encounters some strange happenings. Soon there is a violent death and Emily is accused of the crime. The explanation, when it comes, is ingenious all right, but unfortunately full of holes.

   I enjoyed watching it as it went along and the explanation that we got was good, even very good, in parts but the overall feeling was one of disappointment.

   As an interesting aside we saw the dust wrappers of five of Dore’s books and I was obsessive enough to copy them down. Each was subtitled “An Ellison Starberth Mystery” and the titles were:

       The Gilded Unicorn.
       Blind Skeleton Murders.
       The Case of the Whispering Attic.
       The Riddle at Hangman’s Cloister.
       The Four Wax Footmen.

   The first two seem to be a nod to John Dickson Carr (a combination of The Gilded Man and The Unicorn Murders, followed by The Blind Barber and The Skeleton in the Clock possibly) and just maybe the last is also (The Four False Weapons and The Waxworks Murder [UK title], maybe).

   But I have no idea about the other two. Any suggestions would be very welcome.

REVIEWED BY BARRY GARDNER:


CARL HIASSEN – Strip Tease. Knopf, hardcover, 1993. Warner, paperback, 1994.   Film: Columbia, 1996, as Striptease (with Demi Moore, Burt Reynolds & Armand Assante).

CARL HIASSEN Strip Tease

   Hiassen has been one of those writers whose virtuosity I grant, but whose product simply hasn’t appealed to me. Several people told me that his latest was less off-the-wall than previous ones, so I decided to try it.

   We start with a Florida congressman who every now and then goes a little pussy crazy, if you’ll pardon the indelicacy. This time it takes the form of assaulting a drunk who’s pawing a nude dancer who’s an ex-FBI clerk.

   The dancer is divorced from one of the worst kind of scumbags, who nevertheless got custody of her daughter because of a bible-toting judge. Then there’s a local cop, a Cuban, who gets involved because of a body that turns up in Montana while he’s on vacation.

   Throw in a political fixer, a few sugar growers, and a sleazy lawyer or two, and you have yourself a typical Hiassen cast.

   Well, it was a little straighter than his norm, though I don’t know how much that says. Hiasson’s palette really doesn’t have any muted shades. There aren’t any weedeater prostheses, but there’s a Chinaman bitten on the penile appendage by a long snake.

   Has Florida really taken over the country’s title for most sleaze and slime, or have    the writers really just settled upon it as an easy target? There seems to be an unlimited market for low-down Florida novels, and they all seem to sell.

   While I don’t like them nearly so well as America does, if you’re going to read one Hiassen [this one] is a good choice. He has a real eye for the odd and the underside, and a biting wit. There are actually a few characters in this one that it’s possible to like, though I don’t know that I’d care to live next door to any of them.

   If you like ’em down, dirty, and strange, this is for you.

— Reprinted from Ah, Sweet Mysteries #10, November 1993.


THE BACKWARD REVIEWER
William F. Deeck


SELDON TRUSS – Always Ask a Policeman. Doubleday Crime Club, hardcover, 1952. Hodder & Stoughton, UK, hardcover, 1953.

SELDON TRUSS Always Ask a Policeman

   What does Goodge’s dreadful lodging house have to do with the pompous Cosmo Almond, soon to be candidate for Member of Parliament? It harbors, if that’s the word I want, the ineffable Miss Dysart, who is in love with Romance, finds invisible bugs on her clothing, and may or may not be threatening Cosmo’s life, such as it is.

   The lodging house also contains Miss Pym — no, not our Miss Pym; this one is a clergyman’s daughter who poses nude at a dubious art studio patronized by Cosmo’s male secretary — an odd medical student who keeps getting picked up by the police to “assist their inquiries,” and the loathsome Goodge himself.

   Since Miss Dysart has appealed to the Yard to find Cosmo, Inspector Gidleigh of Scotland Yard — who talks like John Appleby but without the wit — is keeping an eye on this situation. Mr. Horace of the well-read but not respected Daily Snapshot both helps and hinders the investigation. But what and who are being investigated?

   Certain aspects of the novel will be clear to the experienced mystery reader, but this is still an engrossing investigation. If only all the characters had not spoken as though they had been educated at Oxford…

— From The MYSTERY FANcier, Vol. 11, No. 2, Spring 1989.


Bibliographic Data:   Inspector Gidleigh appeared in 24 of the author’s detective novels, published over a period of time ranging from 1936 to 1965. Truss’s full list of mystery fiction appeared between 1928 and 1969, well over 40 years, approximately 45 novels, including three as by George Selmark, but he’s almost assuredly unknown to any but the most serious collector today.

Hi Steve,

A while ago I asked you about man-on-the-run novels and you and David Vineyard gave me a magnificent reply. I am still working my way through that long list of books and shall be for quite some time! In the process I have already discovered several fine authors whom I had not known of, or read, before.

I have another enquiry that perhaps you and David can help me with. As well as man-on-the-run stories I enjoy reading tales of searches for buried treasures and artefacts. This type of story seems to have made a big comeback in recent years but it’s really the older novels I’m interested in. For example, one that I read a few weeks ago was David Dodge’s Plunder of the Sun, about lost treasure in Peru. Another was Archie Roy’s Deadlight, about a search on the Scottish Island of Arran for buried scientific notes that disclose a new technology.

Of course, once found, the “treasure” can turn out to be a Pandora’s Box, releasing something malicious or vengeful or deadly, and I like these kinds of stories too.

Can you and David, and the readers of your excellent blog, suggest any more such novels?

Thank you in anticipation,     — D.

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And here’s David Vineyard’s reply:

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Hmm, if you don’t mind I will forget anything past about 1990 so I don’t have to do too many of the Cussler and other types. Here is a quick list and perhaps it can be expanded upon by myself and others. I won’t go back so far as Rider Haggard and Stevenson, and I’ll limit myself to thrillers too.

THE THIRD HOUR by Geoffrey Household

VIVIERO LETTER and THE GOLDEN KEEL by Desmond Bagley

LEVKAS MAN, THE GOLDEN SOAK, and ISVIK by Hammond Innes

TREASURE by A.E. Hotchner

GIRL ON THE RUN by Edward S. Aarons

TROJAN GOLD and HER COUSIN JOHN and the entire Amelia Peabody series by Elizabeth Peters

THE SALZBURG CONNECTION by Helen MacInnes

BOY ON A DOLPHIN by David Divine

PLUNDER IN THE SUN, THE RED TASSEL by David Dodge

MURDER IN NEW GUINEA by John Vandercook

GRAIL by Ben Sapir

THE SECRET SCEPTRE and PRISONER OF THE PYRAMID by Francis Gerard

THE GYRTH CHALICE MYSTERY by Margery Allingham

GUARDIAN OF THE TREASURE (aka ISLAND OF TERROR) by Sapper

LIVE AND LET DIE by Ian Fleming

THE ROSE OF TIBET and THE MENNORAH MAN by Lionel Davidson

THE TREASURE OF SIERRA MADRE by B. Traven

THE LAST PLACE GOD LEFT by Jack Higgins

THE EYE OF THE TIGER and THE DIAMOND HUNTERS by Wilbur Smith

TWIST OF SAND, RIVER OF DIAMONDS and GRUE OF ICE by Geoffrey Jenkins

BRIDGE OF SAND and BROTHERS OF SILENCE by Frank Gruber

FEAR IS THE KEY by Alistair MacLean

BLACK ORCHID by Nicholas Meyer and Barry Jay Kaplan

THE Q DOCUMENT by James Robert Duncan

THE THIRTEENTH APOSTLE by Eugene Vale

PEKING MAN IS MISSING by Claire Tardashian

THE SAINT AND THE TEMPLAR TREASURE by Leslie Charteris

THE TOMB OF T’SIN by Edgar Wallace

THE GHOUL by Frank King

PRESTER JOHN by John Buchan

QUEST FOR THE SACRED SLIPPER by Sax Rohmer

THE WHITE SAVAGE by Edison Marshall

THE VENUS OF KOMPARA by John Masters

STONES OF ENCHANTMENT by Wyndham Martin (lost world novel featuring Anthony Trent)

THE SAPPHIRE by A.E.W. Mason

TREASURE FOR TREASURE by Justin Scott

TREASURE OF SAINTE-FOY by Macdonald Harris

TREASURE TRAIL by Roland Pertwee

Many of the Doc Savage novels as by Kenneth Robeson

GOLD BAIT by Walt J. Sheldon

MR. RAMOSI by Valentine Williams

GOLD IS WHERE YOU FIND IT by James B. Hendryx

BURNING DAYLIGHT by Jack London

GOLD OF ST. MATTHEW by Duff Hart-Davis

GOLD OF TROY by Robert L. Fish

GOLDEN BUDDHA by Capt. A. O. Pollard

THE GOLDEN SPANIARD by Dennis Wheatley

A DEADLY SHADE OF GOLD by John D. MacDonald

THE RAINBOW TRAIL by John Cunningham

MACKENNA’S GOLD by Will Henry

THE LAST TOMB by John Lange (Michael Crichton)

CONGO by Michael Crichton

APPOINTMENT WITH DEATH by Agatha Christie

THE TREASURE OF MATACUMBE by Robert Louis Taylor

TREASURE by Clive Cussler (and most of the Dirk Pitt novels)

THE MESSIAH STONE by Martin Caidin

THE MEDUSA STONE by Jack Du Bruhl

BLOOD ROYAL, BLIND CORNER, SHE FELL AMONG THIEVES, BERRY AND COMPANY by Dornford Yates (many of Yates novels involve some sort of treasure or loot)

THE PINK JUNGLE by Alan Williams

HIS BONES ARE CORAL and THE GOLDEN SALAMANDER by Victor Canning (both films, the former as SHARK by Sam Fuller with Burt Reynolds)

ANY OLD IRON by Anthony Burgess ( a modern family of British Jews are guardians of Excalibur)

APPOINTMENT WITH DEATH by Agatha Christie

THE GOLDEN HOARD by Philip Wylie (when the government called in gold a miser’s hoard becomes the focus of gangsters)

TREASURE OF MATACUMBE by Robert Louis Taylor

MARCHING SANDS and THE GARDEN OF EDEN by Harold Lamb (also some of his shorts from ADVENTURE about Khlit the Cossack deal with the lost treasures of Genghis Khan and the Hashishin)

THE MASK OF FU MANCHU and THE DRUMS OF FU MANCHU by Sax Rohmer

THE SANDS OF KARAKORAM by James Ramsey Ullman

THE MYSTERY OF KHUFU’S TOMB, THE NINE UNKNOWN, THE DEVIL’S GUARD, KING OF THE KHYBER RIFLES, THE IVORY TRAIL by Talbot Mundy

SPHINX by Robin Cook

THE GOLD OF MALABAR by Berkley Mather

THE NAUTICAL CHART by Arturo Perez-Reverte (a recent one, but worth reading)

THE ARROW OF GOLD by Joseph Conrad

IMPERIAL EXPRESS by James Bellah

TERENCE O’ROURKE GENTLEMAN ADVENTURER and THE POOL OF FLAME (both with Terence O’Rourke) by Louis Joseph Vance

THE SECRET OF SAREK, THE COUNTESS CAGLIOSTRO, 813, THE BLOND LADY, THE HOLLOW NEEDLE by Maurice LeBlanc (all Arsene Lupin and most dealing with his quest for the lost treasures of the Kings of France)

THE SPOTTED PANTHER by James Francis Dwyer

THE MATING OF THE BLADES (many titles) by Achmed Abdullah (NIck Romanov, a career Brit solider and the son of an Indian Princess and a Russian aristocrat, author of THE THIEF OF BAGHDAD and the screenplay for LIVES OF THE BENGAL LANCERS)

THE BLUE EYED MANDARIN by Stephen Becker

GOLD OF THE SEVEN SAINTS by Steve Frazee (western)

THE DEEP by Peter Benchley

WHITE WITCH OF THE SOUTH SEAS and ISLAND WHERE TIME STOOD STILL by Dennis Wheatley

JOURNEY TO ORASSIA by Alan Caillou

ZADOK’S TREASURE by Margot Arnold (Toby Glendower mystery)

THE FAMILY TOMB by Michael Gilbert

THE RIDDLE OF SAMPSON by Andrew Garve

THE CUP OF GOLD, THE ETRUSCAN TOMB, THE GREEK AFFAIR by Frank Gruber

THE DANCING MAN by P.M. Hubbard (one of the great thriller writers on any theme)

FIGUREHEAD by Bill Knox (a lost gold ship and a deadly feud on a Scottish island plus a possible monster — one of the Webb Carrick Fisheries Protection Service novel — yes, the Fish Police — also check out his Talos Cord series and as Noah Webster, his Jonathan Gaunt books)

THE CROWN OF COLUMBUS by Louise Edrich and Michael Dorris (good example of the literary version of the treasure hunt)

TARZAN AND THE FORBIDDEN CITY by Edgar Rice Burroughs (search for the ‘Mother of Diamonds’ also known as THE RED STAR OF TARZAN and basis for the serial THE NEW ADVENTURES OF TARZAN serialized on radio)

SEA GOLD by Ian Slater

OUT OF THE DEPTHS by Leonard Holton (Father Bredder on holiday goes scuba diving for treasure and murder)

RIPTIDE and ICE LIMIT by Douglas Preston and Lincoln Childs (okay, they are well into the later period but both outstanding)

THAI GOLD by Jason Shoonover ( not the greatest writer in the world, but interesting because the author is a treasure hunter and relic hunter in real life)

Many of Jonathan Gash’s Lovejoy books touch on treasure hunts

TEMPLE TOWER by Sapper aka H.C. McNeile (Bulldog Drummond hunts a treasure and battles a master criminal,Le Bossu, the Hunchback, in France)

THE NAME OF THE ROSE by Umberto Eco

THE CLUB DUMAS by Arturo Reverte-Perez

THE TAKERS by Jerry Ahern (UFO’s, lost Atlantis, the Antarctic — everything but the kitchen sink)

ICEBOUND by Rick Spenser (paperback original series but better written than usual, the VIKING CIPHER series)

THE ABOLITION OF DEATH by James Anderson

MYSTIC WARRIOR by Ryder Jorgenson [NOTE: See Comment #3 for the correction to this entry.]

THE POLLENBERG INHERITANCE by Evelyn Anthony

GRAVE DOUBT by Ivor Baker

THE TEMPLE TREE by David Beatty (gold-carrying plane crashes on a sacred Asian temple)

THE BUCKINGHAM PALACE CONNECTION by Ted Willis

SOLOMON’S QUEST by H. Bedford-Jones writing as Alan Hawkwood. A classic pulp adventure by the King of the Pulps one of the long running John Solomon series about cherubic Cockney businessman and adventurer Solomon — in this one he races to prevent evidence from being produced that could set the Mid-East aflame — namely that Mohammed converted to Christianity… Needless to say not politically correct. Also JOHN SOLOMON SUPER CARGO and many others.

BLACK CORAL by Nancy Ferguson

DAUGHTER OF THE HAWK by C. S. Forester. Englishwoman’s father leads a South American revolution.

THE WIND CHILL FACTOR, THE GLENDOWER LEGACY, ASSASSINI by Thomas Gifford

THE HOLLOW SEA, CLEFT OF STARS by Geoffrey Jenkins

A TASTE FOR DEATH by Peter O’Donnell. Modesty and Willie battle criminals looking for ancient treasure and using slave labor to do it.

THE LABYRINTH MAKERS by Anthony Price

TERROR KEEP by Edgar Wallace — Mr. J.G. Reeder finds love and treasure.

THE DIAMONDS OF LORETA by Ivor Drummond (Sandro, Colly, and Lady Jenny adventure)

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