Enter the Detective
The idea of a hero detective who solves the unsolvable is not that old. The first master detectives entered into literature in the first half of the 1800s, only 200 years ago. This season is dedicated to the first cases of the professional and amateur sleuths. Some will be household names, others may be knew to you but are definitely worth curling up with on a dark and stormy night.
A woman of high esteem is being blackmailed. She turns to the head of the Paris police for the return of her purloined letter. He turns to the first master detective – C. Auguste Dupin.
The young, beautiful Countess de Tremoral is found murdered on the banks of the Seine River. Her home has been ransacked but the only thing missing…is her husband.
A shipping company is the victim of a bold thief to the tune of $50,000. In 1858, that kind of money could support over 560 maids for a year. Many investigated but only one man succeed, the legendary Allan Pinkteron.
Horatio Leavenworth is found dead inside his library. New York police detective Ebenezer Gryce lines up the suspects: the mysterious stranger, the heiress niece, her disenfranchised cousin, and the dedicated secretary. All could have done it. Only one did.
A body is found in an empty room. He wasn’t shot. He wasn’t stabbed. He wasn’t strangled. This is the first case for the one and only Sherlock Holmes.
Pretty little things have gone missing from the elegant Lenton Croft. The unpretentious detective Martin Hewitt is brought in to end the larceny.
A young lady doctor is found dead in an isolated part of town. Police are stymied by an iron-clad alibi for the likeliest suspect. The mystery is another knot to be picked apart by the Old Man in the Corner.
When the safe was opened, the diamonds were gone. In there place was a receipt with a bloody thumbprint. Dr. John Thorndyke, the first medical forensic investigator, has just taken the case for the defense.
Sir Creighton Davey is dead. Commissioner Nayland Smith was too late to save him. Now he needs to unravel Davey’s last words-the red hand-if he is going to survive the night.
Mrs. Emily Inglethorpe, aged 70 years and married 2 month, died one summer morning. Scotland Yard is looking at the husband. Hercule Poirot is looking at everyone at Styles Court.
It’s Poirot’s First
TG Wolff 