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T he T rial of John Nobody
a n d O ther S to ries from th ep a g es o f E llery Q ueen 's M ystery M agazine
A. H. Z. Carr
a b o u t th e authoh : Sherlock Holmes was the divinity o f A . H . Z. Carr's
boyhood. Last year, while driving through Switzerland, Mr. Carr actually
detoured to make a pilgrimage to the Reichenbach Falls — to the utter
astonishment o f Mrs. Carr who, obviously, is not an initiate in these mat
ters. The ledge from which Professor Moriarty fe ll, Mr. Carr is happy to
report, is unmistakable; Mr. Carr lookedfo r a monument, or even a bronze
plaque, to commemorate that epic event in homicidal history, but there was
none, and Mr. Carr cannot help butfeel that the Baker Street Irregulars are
singularly remiss in their duties.
Today, Mr. Carr tells us, kis tastes in detectivefiction are muck broader
in scope — bounded on the left by Sam Spade and on the right by Father
Brown. (Is it significant that Mr. Carr combined those particular sleuths
and directions, that he did not say, fo r example, bounded on the left by
Father Brown and on the right by Sam Spade?) Today, continues Mr.
Carr, private-eye personality takes precedence over the piquancy o f problem
— which is as it should be, and which brings us to a few facts
abo u t th e s t o r y : “ The Man Who Played Hunches" was written as the
solution to a problem. The story had its origin in a curious chance encoun
ter, much as described in the opening incident; impelled to invent an ex
planation, Mr. Carr created the circumstances o f the rest o f the story. But
note that, while the proximate cause o f the story was an actual problem,
Mr. Carr did not make the problem itself the dominating detectival point.
Using the problem purely as a skeleton, Mr. Carr added theflesh o f charac
terization and the blood o f verisimilitude. Personally, w efound Mr. Carr's
tale one o f thefinest stories o f its kind we have ever read: it has mood and
Machiavellian make-believe, it has a slow but spellbindingsense o f sus
pense; it has an extraordinary^ quality o f quiet but ever quickenmg menace.
It is not a story you drop in the'middle . . .
T H E MAN WHO P L A Y E D H UN C H E S
by A . H. Z. CARR
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136 ELLERY QUEEN’S MYSTERY MAGAZINE
She was — is — a very pretty girl. ways believed that when dealing with
Possibly I was less concerned with the Nemesis in a blue coat a candid admis
car and the road than with her profile; sion of one’s iniquities goes farther
we were not married then. At any than a claim to know the chief of po
rate, while we were going through lice, unless one happens actually to
Ryeneck, one o f Westchester’s know him. But what I intended to be
wealthy towns — you know the type; a disarming apology evoked in this in
wide streets, stone and stucco man stance only the little pad of sum
sions for the upper middle-class, monses and a sarcastic, “ Smart guy,
Tudor-style apartment houses for the hey?”
middle middle-class, dingy wooden Stimulated by a deep-rooted aver
cottages for the lower middle-class, sion to the payment of fines, 1 pointed
neat, red-brick, glass-fronted stores out that although I had been at fault,
downtown — while we were in the the violation had been (a) unimpor
commercial district I passed a traffic tant, (b) unintentional, and (c) due
light — a red light. in part to the inconspicuous position
I advance in excuse that the light of the traffic light. To this the police
was badly situated and partly obscured man replied while examining my
by some construction work, although licenses, “ Trying to lie your way out
the crosswise stream of traffic should of it, hey?” and his tone was more
have warned me. However, seeing no than usually offensive.
signal, I inferred that here was one of Had I been alone it would never
those every-man-for-himself lightless have occurred to me to resent what a
intersections that used to make motor policeman said, lest worse befall. I
ing exciting. The prospect of wait suppose the girl’s presence made my
ing indefinitely while New York-on- ego unduly sensitive. At any rate, I
wheels returned home did not attract replied something to the effect that I
me; and at a propitious moment I did not like his manner.
charged across the road. He said, “ Oh, is ’at so? Tough guy,
Blasts from horns, remarks reflect hey?”
ing on my parentage and intelligence, Having committed myself thus far,
and requests for data on my eyesight I became reckless. I said, no, I was not
and my destination rose all about us. tough. I said that I merely wanted
The girl said, “ Oh. I see the light now. him to be civil.
You passed it.” Simultaneously a He said, “ Shut up.”
large policeman advanced from no Up to this point I had been aston
where and yelled, “ Pull over to the ished and delighted at my own te
curb, you!” I did. merity; the summons seemed cheap at
This policeman was elderly, and the price. But now, like so many in
life, no doubt, had thwarted him; he experienced orators, I was carried
was bitter and vengeful. I have al away by my own eloquence. I pointed
THE MAN WHO PLAYED HUNCHES *37
out that he was a public servant (a less gray trousers, a dirty yellow
statement that does not ring cheer “ wind-breaker,” and an old cap.
fully in the ears of an American po When he moved out into the street
liceman) paid by the community’s limping, I instinctively glanced at his
taxes to exercise a little intelligence, feet. One leg was perhaps three inches
although, I implied, the community shorter than the other; and he wore on
should have known better. I pro its foot a shoe with a grotesquely high
claimed my determination to make an heel to make up the difference.
issue of this case. I told him that he He said, casually, “ Get a ticket?”
would regret his insolence, his arro I said, “ Yes.”
gance, his discourtesy, and so forth. He said, “ Aw, ’at’s only ol’ Scanlon.
These were, of course, empty mouth- Let's have it, ’n’ I’ll fix it fuh yuh.”
ings. M y first idea was that I had stum
The speech was very soothing to bled onto a new racket, in which a
me, but not to him. His complexion policeman gave out tickets which his
was red to begin with; it became associate down the street then “ fixed”
apoplectic now; and breathing hard, for a consideration. But there was an
he made some notes in his notebook air about this man, a kind of placid
which, he said, would do me no good confidence, that did not fit into this
in court. view. He was not sly or furtive. He
While this was going on I was dimly stared at me steadily and waited for
aware that several men were watching my answer.
us from a sleek black touring car I said, “ What do you mean, you’ll
parked at the curb some fifty feet fix it? Why should you?”
away. I doubt whether they over He said, “ Whut duh hell’s ’uh dif
heard the dialogue, but the panto ference s’long’s it’s fixed ?”
mime was sufficiently clear. They I said, “ How do I know you can fix
grinned broadly; and one of them it?”
winked sympathetically at the amused He looked surprised. “ Sure I’ll fix
girl next to me. it. Jeez, I fix a dozen of ’em ev’y
The policeman finally handed me week.”
the summons, and with an attempt at “ How?” I asked.
dignity, I drove away. When we came “ How yuh think?” he retorted with
abreast of the other car, a man who a trace of irritation. “ I know all ’uh
had been standing at its side detached right guys. Cripes, fella, I’m tryin’
himself and called, “ Hey!” ’uh do yuh a favuh.”
I stopped. He was a heavy-set, “ Yes,” I said doubtfully, “ but sup
powerful man, round-faced, small- pose you didn’t fix it. That’d leave
featured, swarthy, with a greasy skin me in a fine spot, wouldn’t it?”
— a South-Italian, I should guess. His “ But I’m gonna fix it,” he repeated
costume consisted of a pair of shape- impatiently. “ Hell, ev’ybody here
*38 ELLERY QUEEN’S MYSTERY MAGAZINE
knows me. Henry Milano, ’ey call lice, and a presumptive Brooklyn
me Leg-’n’-half. I run all ’uh rackets license number have suggested that
roun’ here. Ask anybody.” He did not one of Augie’s boys was taking his
say this boastfully, but with a quiet moll out for a drive? Was Leg-’n’-
authority, as a statement of fact. half extending the courtesies of the
I believed him. But I could not town to a fellow-racketeer? I could
understand why he should go to any think of no less implausible explana
trouble on my behalf. While I was tion.
hesitating, he said, “ You f ’m Brook Obviously, I saw, a connection
lyn, aintcha ?” with this Augie should not be too
I said, “ No, I’m from Manhattan.” quickly disowned if I wanted to avoid
“ Oh,” he said, “ I thought yuh was the trouble which had visited me. Ac
f m Brooklyn, f ’m yuh license plates.” cordingly, I said with what I hoped
I shook my head. was the proper inflection, “ Well, I
He continued, “ I thought maybe don’t know Augie personally, but one
you was one of Augie” — I think he of my pals knows him very well.”
said Geronimo — “ Augie Geronimo’s I heard the girl in the car choke, but
boys. Yuh know Augie?” Leg-’n’-half seemed relieved. He said,
I had never heard of Augie. But as if everything was settled, “ Deh
while Leg-’n’-half — to give him the y ’are. Let’s have it.”
name by which I always think of him I handed him the ticket. Perhaps
—- was talking I became aware of sev there was a trace of doubt still in my
eral things. Scanlon, the policeman, manner, because he said, “ I’ll give yuh
had watched the scene for a moment my ’phone numbeh. Four-three-six.
and then moved away with a discom If yuh worried, just gimme a call so I
fited air too authentic to be simulated. won’t f ’get.” With that, he crumpled
The young men in the car were ges the ticket, stuffed it into his pocket,
turing at the girl alongside as if to say, and began to limp away.
“ G o ahead. Do it.” A few flakes of gratitude were crys
I no longer seriously doubted Leg- tallizing out of my bewilderment. I
’n’-half’s good intentions; but his said weakly, “ Thanks very much.”
motive remained incomprehensible. He looked round and said, “ O kay.” I
Then a theory occurred to me. I was got the impression that he was waiting
wearing a new hat, an excessively for something, and an uncensored im
jaunty affair into the purchase of pulse made me ask, “ Do I owe you
which an unscrupulous salesman had anything?” He answered curtly,
intimidated me. It gave me, I felt, a “ Nah. What the hell.” And this time
rather sinister appearance. Could this with finality he turned his back.
feet, together with a sunburned skin, We drove off while the men in the
an unfortunate assemblage of features, other car laughed. For a while the girl
an unpleasant attitude toward the po and I were amused and excited; but
THE MAN WHO PLAYED HUNCHES *39
after a few hours the incident dropped gradually wore thin, until a day about
out of our consciousness. I forgot to six months later, when while riding in
telephone Leg-’n’-half; a week elapsed, the subway I became aware of another
and I had not heard from the Ryeneck strap-hanger who was watching me in
police, and the episode began to slip tently. I turned and saw Leg-’n’-half.
into the mists of the faintly unreal. As soon as our eyes met he forced
About ten days later I went to the his way through the crowd and took
public library to consult recent copies the strap next to mine.
of the metropolitan newspapers for “ Yeah,” he said without any pre
the purposes of an article on which I liminaries. “ I thought it was you.”
was engaged. Glancing down a page, His manner struck me as being
my eye caught a brief item which alarmingly enigmatic. “ How are
read: “ Ryeneck, July 8th. Late last you?” I stammered.
night Henry Milano, reputed West “ O kay,” he said.
chester racketeer, was shot outside the An embarrassing pause ensued. “ I
Helicon Restaurant by two unknown read in the newspapers that you got
men who effected their escape by au shot,” I said, frantically wishing I
tomobile. Milano was wounded in die could think of something else to talk
abdomen and chest and was taken to about.
the Ryeneck hospital. His assailants, “ Yeah,” he said. “ Right after you
with whom he exchanged several came along.”
shots, escaped unrecognized, but the M y imagination began to conjure
police believe that they are members up discouraging possibilities, i f in
of a Brooklyn gang who have lately Leg-’n’-half’s mind I was in some way
been attempting to ‘muscle in’ on associated with the attack on him, the
Milano’s ‘ territory.’ Milano’s condi immediate future was not inviting. I
tion is grave.” wanted to protest my innocence, but
M y encounter with Leg-’n’-half I felt that anything I said might be
had taken place on the sixth. He had interpreted as a consciousness of guilt.
been shot the next night. I was With desperate caution I began, “ The
vaguely sorry; and I dismissed a faint papers said some fellows from Brook
uneasiness about my summons with lyn did it.”
the reflection that time would tell. He answered significantly, “ Yeah.
But a new worry arose to plague ’E y got theirs las’ month.”
me. Suppose this Brooklyn gang was 1 w'as not troubled about the fate of
that with which I claimed connection. the fellows from Brooklyn but I re
M y name and address were on the call being a bit confused about the
summons. Might not Leg-’n’-halfs proper etiquette for the occasion.
friends regard me with suspicion? Did one offer congratulations? I mum
I remained unmolested, however, bled something vague and hurried on.
by gangsters or police, and my fears I said, “ I’ve never thanked you
I40 ELLERY QUEEN’S MYSTERY MAGAZINE
enough for fixing that ticket o f mine.” added, rather bitterly, “ Well, I fixed
He shrugged. “ ’A t’s okay.” ’uh ticket okay, but a hell of a lot o’
I decided to clear the matter up luck you was. A jinx.”
once and for all. “ You know,” I said “ I hope not,” I said, trying to
jocularly, “ you asked me whether I smile.
was from Brooklyn — whether I “ Not any mo’,” he answered
knew some fellow — Augie some promptly, with an air of having con
thing?” sidered the question. “ ’S soon as I see
His eyes flickered, and I plunged yuh just now I had a hunch it was
into awkward explanation. “ I was okay. ’A t’s why I come over tuh talk
kidding when I said I knew' a friend of tuh yuh. I got a deal on t’night, ’n’ I
his. I really never heard of him, but I need some luck. Well, I’m countin’
thought maybe you wouldn’ t fix the on yuh to give it tuh me dis time.”
ticket if I said I didn’t know him.” There was a challenge in his voice.
He smiled slightly, for the first “ I’ll do my best,” I said, idiotically.
time. “ Sure, I knew yuh was lyin’,” “ Okay,” he said, as if satisfied.
he said. “ I jus’ ast yuh tuh make sure There was a long and difficult pause.
yuh wasn’t one o’ Augie’s guys. If Then he added, “ Well, here’s wheh I
you’d ’a’ bin, you’d ’a’ said yuh get off,” turned abruptly as the train
neveh hoid of him. Deh was a couple pulled into a station, and limped onto
of ’em around just ’uh day b’fo’, and the platform.
I wasn’t takin’ no chances. I wasn't Without quite knowing why, I was
fixin’ no tickets fuh none o’ his guys.” perturbed, hut my wife, to whom I
This revelation of subtlety startled related the incident, laughed, possi
me, and all my former curiosity re bly at the thought of my bringing
turned. “ Look here,” I said, “ if you good luck to anybody. In an effort to
didn’t fix the ticket for me on ac create a little concern on my account,
count of — well, why did you fix it I pointed out that he was an avowed
anyway?” murderer, whose annoyance might
His face became somber and he was easily carry a fatal connotation. But
silent for a moment. Then he said, the detective stories and gangster
“ Well, I’ll tell yuh. I play hunches, movies to which my wife is addicted
see? I was in kind of a spot wit’ Augie, have made murderers too familiar to
see, ’n’ I was lookin’ fuh a hunch. be very terrible.
When I see you and yuh dame ah- “ T he least you can do,” she said, “ is
guin’ wit’ Scanlon, right away I get a give the poor man what he wants.
hunch. I say to the boys, ‘Dat guy’s T ry concentrating.”
gonna gimme luck. I’ll fix it fuh him, The next morning at breakfast I
’n’ I’ll tell Augie tuh’ ” — he re turned a page of my newspaper to find
peated what he had told the boys he a small headline staring at me: “ Gang1
would tell Augie to do. Then he ster Killed, Slayer Wounded In Gam-
THE MAN WHO PLAYED HUNCHES i4r
bling House.” The story read: “ Last charge of manslaughter. Sentence had
night, a little after nine o’clock, Henry been deferred. After that I saw no
Milano, whom the police describe as a reference to the case.
racketeer living in Ryeneck, New Under the pressure of my own af
York, shot and killed Pasquale Vin- fairs the matter slowly slipped out of
centi, of 1258 West End Avenue, who my mind. Then, one evening about
was discharged from Sing Sing only eight months after the previous en
last month. The shooting occurred at counter, my wife and I stopped for
Jack Maguire’s Club at 10th Avenue dinner in a Westchester roadhouse.
and 57th Street, raided by the police M y first intimation of Leg-’n’-half’s
as a gambling dive on several occa presence was a shuffle of feet behind
sions. Milano was seriously wounded me and a gasp from my wife. I turned
in the right shoulder, but whether by and saw him standing back of me.
Vincenti or another is not known. A t He was thinner and paler than the
C ity Hospital he refused to give any last time I had seen him. I looked for
information to the police.” a clue to his feelings in his face, but it
The report went on at some length. was as impassive as ever. W'hen he
It was quite clear to me that Leg- spoke, however, his voice had an omi
’n’-halfs superstition, derived from nous undertone.
heaven knew what obscure Mediter “ Listen,” he said to me, “ I wanna
ranean origins, would hold me respon talk tuh yuh. Come on oveh to duh
sible for his casualty. And, actually, an bah.”
absurd feeling of responsibility for Before I could reply, my wife said,
what had happened to him did bother smiling pleasantly, “ Why not talk
me. I could not get him out of my here? I’m not in the way, am I?”
thoughts. A childish but nonetheless He looked at her for perhaps ten
oppressive notion that I had been seconds, then said, “ Naw, I guess
singled out to play a mysterious role not," and dropped into a chair at our
in the life of this man defied every table. “ Listen,” he resumed, “ you
reference to common sense and seemed jinxed me.”
to adumbrate some impending calam M y wife said to me reproachfully,
ity. Although my wife continued to “ I do think you might introduce me.”
dismiss my fears with regrettable I mumbled an introduction, which
lightness, I could not help hoping that Leg-’n’-half acknowledged with a
Leg-’n’-half would go to jail for a nod. “ I remember your kindness very
long sentence. I watched the news well, Mr. Milano,” said my wife.
papers closely. In a month or so I He cleared his throat, and turned to
read that he had proven to the dis me again. “ Listen,” he said, “ I jus’
trict attorney’s satisfaction that the got sprung on parole yestiddy. Duh
killing had been in self-defense, and las’ six mont’s I bin thinkin’ about
had pleaded guilty to a technical you.”
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“ I was mighty sorry,” I said, “ to duh jinx is oveh. I keep feelin’ you’re
hear about that business — you know, luck if I can make it come.”
the time we met on the subway?” I shook my head and then hastily
He paid no attention to my words. reversed the motion to a nod.
“ Funny,” he said thoughtfully, “ my He said, “ Listen, guy. I don’t have
hunches a’ways clicked up t ’ I met nothin’ against yuh. But I don’t stand
you. Twice yuh jinxed me. I thought for no more jinxes. Twice is enough.
for a while you was doin’ it on poipus, Three times is out. T ’night I’m goin’
but when I look atcha I dunno. I keep back to Ryeneck to split wit’ duh
gettin’ ’uh same hunch I had b’fo’.” guys that’s been lookin’ after things
He broke off, and there was a little while I bin away. Maybe dey’ll split
silence. Then he looked at me from easy, and it’ll be okay. Maybe it
under his heavy lids and said, “ Yuh won’t. It’s up to you. G et it?”
know, if I thought you was jinxin’ I nodded again, vaguely.
me” . . . and stopped again, with a “ If you put the jinx on me again,”
glance at my wife. She was no longer he said simply, “ it’ll be duh last time.
smiling, and I did not like the situa Yuh gotta be lucky. Get it? Lucky!”
tion in the least. With that he rose, in his usual
I said, “ You know I’m not jinxing abrupt fashion, and left us.
you. How could I?” For the first time I saw my wife
He merely looked at me, and I frankly alarmed. She wanted me to
hastened to drop the rational argu go to the police. I objected, however,
ment. that to do so would be a direct invita
“ Well, then,” I said, “ why should tion to disaster; whereas if events were
I? You were decent to me up in Rye- left to chance, Leg-’n’-half’s luck
neck. I wouldn’t want to see you in might turn. Certainly the law of prob
trouble, would I? It’s just a coinci abilities owed him — and me — some
dence.” thing. Besides, what could I tell the
He passed his fingers slowly across police that would not sound like the
his lips. “ Yeah,” he said. “ Only how timidities of a neurotic; and what
do I know?” could they do?
M y wife started to speak, and he But Leg-’n’-half had said, “ Three
interrupted. “ Listen,” he said. “ Yuh times is out.” I did not like the sound
needn’t be scared. If I was gonna do of that. The next morning my wife
anything, I’d ’a’ done it. It’s like I say, and I scanned every column o f our
when I look atcha, I dunno. I keep newspaper. We found nothing. I was
gettin’ ’at hunch. When I saw yuh plunged into a state of unresolved
t ’night, I says t’ myself, ‘Deh’s duh suspense. Had I been confirmed as
jinx. I can’t rub him out here, so I Leg-’n’-half’s jinx? Or had the boys
better beat it b’fo’ he sees me.’ Den “split easy” ? The incredible fact grew
I’m not so sure. I keep thinkin’ maybe upon me that some night, any night.
THE MAN WHO PLAYED HUNCHES
m
as I walked along the street, I might “ Nonsense. We can’ t go on like this,
quite casually, quite abruptly, be shot looking up and down the street every
to death. time we go out of doors, jumping at
This was not a pleasant thought to every noise. And we’re so helpless.”
live with. And although for a while A t this point the doorbell rang. I
nothing happened, there can be a kind answered; we had previously agreed
o f terror in nothing happening. A t that Leg-’n’-half would not dare to
first, my wife and I buoyed up our cal! at our apartment, under the eyes
spirits with wishful thinking. We of doormen and elevator boys. I had
told each other that Leg-’n’-halfs imagined several versions of an en
affairs had probably prospered, failing counter with him, in all of which I
reports of a shooting in Ryeneck; and came off with credit and alive; but as
that even if something had gone I opened the door and saw him stand
wrong, the man could not be fool ing there with another man I could
enough to hold me responsible. not speak or move or slam the door; I
The truth is that the obvious in was paralyzed.
sistence of circumstance on turning He said, “ Hello, guy.”
what should have been a joke into a I muttered something that I did not
tragedy had an air of predestination. understand myself.
M y wife denies that she expected my He said, “ I come to tell you it was
murder hourly; but I know that I be okay.”
gan to entertain a sort o f resigned “ Okay?” I gasped, and he nodded.
conviction that I was doomed. I remember that my knees literally
It was after three days of morbid trembled with relief as I caught the
tension that Leg-’n’-half reappeared. implications of his words. “ That’s
He came while my wife and I were at great,” I managed to say. The thought
the dinner table. We had been trying crossed my mind that it was extremely
to talk of inconsequentialities, when decent of him to have taken the
she rebelled, saying, “ This Suicide trouble to call.
Club atmosphere is getting on my “ Yeah,” he said. “ Duh boys come
nerves. Let’s go away for a while. through okay.”
L e t’s go to the country.” M y wife, with a look of panic, had
I had been secretly toying with the joined me at the door, and I said hur
same notion, but naturally, I did not riedly, “ Mr. Milano just stopped by
want to admit it. I said that I would to say that everything went off all
not be forced out of my home by a right the other night.”
gangster’s threat; a man owed some “ O h,” she cried, beaming at him.
thing to his self-respect; what were we “ I’m so glad. How nice of you, Mr.
coming to; and so on. Milano, to let us know.”
M y wife is not easily deceived by He cleared his throat, and said,
heroics, especially mine. She said, “ ’A t’s okay.” And then, with sudden
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bravado, “ M y hunches a’ways bin funny stuff. You’ll pull fuh me. You
good. ’A t’s how I got wheh I am.” be here.” With this he turned and
“ I’m sure of it,” my wife smiled. started to limp away.
He turned to the man with him, a M y wife closed the door, and we
big, tough bruiser, and said, “ Beat it a looked at each other. The bitter un
minute, Pete. I wanna talk tuh dis fairness o f it all was what I resented
guy alone;” and the man strolled most, I think. I felt rather like )ob.
down the corridor. W hy should I, among millions, have
“ Listen,” Leg-’n-’half said to me, been chosen by Leg-’n’-half to bear
lowering his voice. “ I knew my the responsibility of his dangerous
hunch couldn’t be wrong if you was fortunes? And I wondered again, was
pullin’ fuh me.” there in truth some unfathomable hu
“ No,” I said, cheerfully making man relation between us that he could
conversation. “ O f course not.” sense, and I could not?
He paused for a moment before re M y wife, however, is a realist. She
plying, as if considering my remark, wasted no time in idle reproaches to
and I began to feel vaguely uneasy. destiny, or in philosophical excur
Then he said, “ Listen. I’m f ’gettin’ sions. While I was dismally contem
about ’ose uddeh times. M y hunch is, plating the agonies o f uncertainty
you’re duh guy I been waitin’ fuh.” that would fill my brief future before
“ Waiting for?” I repeated stupidly. its inevitable, violent end, she went
He said, “ I bin lookin’ fuh a good- to the telephone, where I heard her
luck guy. I used tuh have a lucky kid calling a real-estate dealer.
but he died on me. Now I know yuh The result was that after a few days
okay I’m all set tuh make a couple o’ o f unbelievable effort, on the morning
deals I bin thinkin’ about fuh a long of the very Saturday when Leg-’n’-
time, see?” half was to call, we moved into a
I merely stared at him, and he went small house in the country, about a
on. “ I’m makin’ a deal wit’ a couple hundred miles from New York. The
o’ big shots downtown next Satiddy place is not entirely satisfactory; but
night, an’ I ain’t takin’ no chances. one cannot expect too much when
I’ll need plenny luck. So I’ll be one rents on such short notice.
cornin’ in tuh see yuh on my way I do not know what has happened
down. About eight o’clock, you be to Leg-’n’-half. We left no forward
here.” ing address, and I think I am safe
This was not a question; it was an from him. In my more optimistic
order, given by a leader to his hench moments I hope that he is dead. But
man. I said, “ But look here . . .” every now and then I get the quite
He broke in impatiently. “ I ain’t ridiculous feeling that if he is dead, I
got time now. If yuh know whut’s may somehow — I don’t know how
good fuh yuh, guy, yuh won’t try no — be to blame.
WINNER OF A SECOND PRIZE: A. H. Z. CARR
Where do detective-story writers get their basic p lot ideas? From the cloth
o f real life or from threads pulled out o f the spinning wheel o f imagina
tion ? These are the popular, the proverbial questions . . . A n d how long
does the germ o f the idea, whether derivedfrom fa c t orfancy, lie dormant
in the writer's brain? A n d what other ideas, relevant and irrelevant, at
tach themselves, barnacle-like, to the original conception — ■ to grow,
develop, and mature? Surely the writer's subconscious is the true melting-
pot — o f reading, overhearing, experiencing, wondering, talking, probing,
experimenting — a ll the “ ings” o f life, rather than the “ isms” . . .
The answers to some o f these riddles, as they apply to the birth o f
A . H . Z. Carr’s “ The T rial o f John N obody," are, “ although puzzling
questions, not beyond all conjecture.” B utfirst, read one o f the threefinest
stories submitted in last year's contest . . .
h e train was late, and the con around him with a touch o f appre
T ductor harassed. W hen, on a
hasty passage through the coaches,
hension, and winced as he saw eyes
turn toward him from seats within
he was stopped b y a clergym an who hearing distance. “ Y es,” he mur
had already questioned him twice, mured. Instantly a chain o f whispers
he suppressed his annoyance only out was audible in the car: “ D r. M illard.”
o f deference to the collar. Yes, he “ W here?” “ O v e r there, talking with
adm itted coldly, they had lost more th e c o n d u c to r .” “ D r . M illa r d .”
time. T h e y would not reach W icheka “ O v er there.”
much before three o ’clock. T h e acute “ W ell, well,” said the conductor,
concern manifested b y the clergyman mingling respect w ith satisfaction,
at this news caused the conductor to “ I’d like to shake you r hand, R e v
look at him atten tively. Suddenly he erend.”
found something familiar in the tall “ W h y — certainly,” the clergy
figure, the baldish, gray-fringed head, man replied, extending a thin reluc
and the bony, lined, worried face. His tant hand to the other’s eager grasp.
eyes widened, and he said: T h e conductor was no longer in a
“ Say, yo u ’re D r. M illard, aren’ t hurry. “ R ig h t from the first I felt
you?” about this thing the w ay yo u do. I
T h e clergym an glanced quickly told m y wife, ‘ Y o u m ark m y words,
THE TRIAL OF J OHN NOB ODY 119
or his place o f origin — a man whose prompted him to do it were the same
clothing at the time o f arrest bore no mysterious forces which directed him
marks o f identification and who says to the balcony o f the C iv ic A u d i
he does not know how or when the torium on N ovem ber 14 th — which
rifle which shot D urgeon came into helped him to aim the rifle unerringly
his hands. at its despicable target — and which
“ M r. L e v a tt was extrem ely effec helped him to pull the trigger.’ End
tive on the subject o f the rifle. H e o f quote.
said — and I quote — ‘T he prosecu “ This speech o f M r. L e v a ft’s un
tion has placed this rifle in evidence. doubtedly made a great impression
Look at it closely, I beg you, ladies on the jury. Rem em ber that M r.
and gentlemen o f the jury, for there L e v a tt had questioned all the ju ry
is something strange and awesome men before the trial to make sure
in that instrum ent o f death. W hat that th ey were people o f strong re
mysterious hand held it before it ligious beliefs. T he defense attorney
came to John N obody? W hat fiery also made a sensation when he claimed
fingers erased from its metal and that only heavenly inspiration could
wood every numeral and mark that account for John N o bo d y’s action,
might have identified the rifle? Y o u since he had no other possible m otive
may say, if you are a materialistic and is not insane. N ow m y tim e is up,
cynic — as I know you are not — and I shall return to the courtroom.
that John N obody did it. B u t is it A t four o ’clock, I w ill be back w ith
likely that John N obody walked out further reports on this trial o f John
o f nowhere, w ithout any other pos N obody, which has already become
session than a rifle from which he had one o f the most w idely discussed
deliberately eliminated every mark, cases in America’s legal history. N ow
just so as to prepare it to kill a man I return you to — ”
he had never met, and never heard T h e driver switched o ff the radio,
of? O h, ladies and gentlemen, this is and was about to speak, when in his
a very strange theory that the prose rear-view mirror he caught a glimpse
cution has advanced. For m y own o f D r. M illard’s eyes. Sensing the
p a r t— ’ and I am still quoting M r. dark and inward nature o f the min
L evatt — ‘I do not claim to know ister’s thoughts, he swallowed his
how that rifle came into the posses words and drove in silence until they
sion of John N obody, or how the reached the courthouse. As he took
marks were removed from it. B ut his fere, he could not resist saying,
this much I say — if John N obody, “ Thanks, doctor. I want to tell you,
in his previous incarnation, whoever y ou ’v e done a great thing for this
he was, whatever his name was — if town. Business has been booming
John N obody did rem ove the marks ever since this — ”
from that rifle, then the forces which W ith a little gesture o f protest D r.
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M illard picked up his worn suitcase on D r. M illard’s face did not escape
and hastened up the steps o f the the judge’s eyes, but after a moment
M unicipal Courthouse. His entry he nodded to M r. L e v att, w h o took
in to the courtroom made an enor the minister’s arm and with an air
mous stir. Reporters left their seats o f veneration escorted him to the
and rushed for telephones in the cor now vacant witness chair. T h e clerk
ridor. A photographer took a flash o f the court rattled o ff the oath, and
light picture o f him, and was repri M r. L e vatt, his voice gentle and
manded by the court. Uniformed respectful, disposed o f the routine
guards deferentially relieved him o f questions.
his suitcase, and escorted him to the “ N ow , D r. M illard, you were
front o f the court. present in the C ivic Auditorium on
M r. L e vatt, the short, stout ch ief the afternoon o f N ovem ber 14, were
counsel for the defense, was about to you not?”
question a witness then on the stand; “ Y es.”
bu t on seeing D r. M illard he uttered “ W ill you describe to the jury,
an exclamation o f satisfaction and please, in you r own words, what
rushed to him. took place in the auditorium that
“ As tim ely as an angel!” he ex memorable afternoon?”
claimed, and added in a low voice, A profound stillness descended on
“ W here have you been? Y o u ’ve had the courtroom, and D r. M illard
us practically crazy.” lifted his eyes and looked around him
“ I must talk to you ,” said D r. for the first time. H e saw M r. L e v a tt’s
M illard. clever, eager face, the judge’s atten
“ N o tim e now,” M r. L e v a tt an tive gaze, the district attorn ey’s
swered, dropping his voice still fur watchful interest, the rapt concentra
ther. “ W e’ve got to get you r testi tion o f the ju ry; he saw the wide-
m ony in this afternoon. Just look at eyed excitem ent o f the spectators,
that jury. W e can fix their minds to including some members o f his own
d a y so that nothing Parnall or the congregation, from whom emanated
Judge can say w ill ever change them. almost palpable waves o f encourage
Y o u ’re all we need.” W ithout wait ment and sym pathy. Finally, his
in g for a reply, he turned confidently head turned to the small, silent man
to the judge, a burly, impassive man, sitting in the prisoner’s box. Their
and declared, “ Y o u r Honor, D r. eyes m et in a long glance w hich struck
M illard’s providential arrival makes the observant as having in it some
it possible for me to save the court’s thing mysterious and secret, as i f a
tim e. W ith your permission I shall message had passed between them.
dismiss the present witness and ask T he man known as John N obody
D r. M illard to take the stand.” looked aw ay first, and his hand made
T h e w orry and indecision w ritten a. curious fum bling gesture below his
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thin, pale, bu t not unattractive face. most o f the uplifted feces stern w ith
W ith an effort D r. M illard brought disapproval. N early every woman in
his attention back to the waiting a t the afternoon audience — and it was
torney. “ T he events o f that after composed mainly o f women, w ith a
noon.” A flood o f vivid recollection scattering o f reluctant husbands —
swept into his mind. had felt obliged to censure his no
torious atheism, however delightedly
E xcep t for the cultivated, ironic th ey had read his prize-winning, best
voice o f the lone, lanky figure on the selling novels, and however zestfully
stage the auditorium was still with th ey had rushed to hear his famous,
the concentrated silence o f homage. or infamous, lecture, D efense o f Sin.
Observing the fascinated eyes around F o rty minutes o f contact w ith his
him. D r. M illard thought o f a flock incandescent personality had rubbed
o f birds, mesmerized by a serpent. away the masks o f propriety. R u e
And indeed — he carried the reflec fully, D r. M illard considered that he
tion further — the words o f Elm o never saw such captivated expressions
Durgeon were the words o f the at his sermons.
Serpent. “ — what it would be like to live
“ People have accused me o f en in a sinless world? C an you imagine
couraging sin. T h a t is nonsense. T h ey anything duller than a life o f un
might as well accuse me o f encourag broken virtue? Sin is the essential
ing volcanoes. L ike the volcano, sin pigm ent o f life, providing the color
is nature’s w ay o f letting off steam. o f existence. W hat would w e talk
It becomes dangerous only when it is about w ithout the sins o f our friends
bottled up too long. L e t me tell you, and neighbors? W hat would we find
sin is one o f our most misunderstood to remember in our old age i f it were
institutions. I t is not sin, but excess, n ot for the delightful sins o f our
whether o f sin or anything else, that youth? F or each o f us the secret
produces trouble for us. Real evil is story o f his own heart is the best
more likely to flow out o f attem pts to story o f all, and what would it be
be excessively virtuous, than from w ithout its scarlet passages?”
normal, moderate sinfulness. I f I had A murmur o f half-shocked amuse
to select a single piece o f practical m ent swept the audience, and D r.
advice to give to young people to M illard shook his head. T h e theme,
day, it would be, ‘G o forth, m y son, he told himself, was as old as Eden,
and sin intelligently, in moderation.’ but there was a vibrant force about
L e t me tell yo u a story — ” the man himself that gave a certain
W hen D urgeon had first walked plausibility to anything he said. It
out on the stage and leaned over the was not D urgeon’s words that made
little table w ith its inevitable carafe him dangerous, so m uch as th e per
o f water, the applause had been w eak; sonal magic that reached o u t from
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and staring, the audience saw Dur- yelled, “ G e t his gun!” M uted shrieks
geon clutch his chest with an expres rose from the audience, died away
sion o f surprise. A strange noise, and rose again. As in a violent and
resembling the word, “ N o ,” escaped oppressive dream D r. M illard watched
him, and he slid slowly to the floor. the efforts o f the management to.
T hrough a sense o f horror, as he keep order, the arrival o f a doctor
looked at the trickle o f red blood on the stage, a subsequent invasion
which appeared on D urgeon’s white o f police, ambulance interns, news
shirt, D r. M illard became aware o f a paper reporters, and photographers,
feeling o f elation, as if suddenly his and the removal o f D urgeon’s body.
whole life had been vindicated. In Presently a police officer announced
stan tly he was contrite at harboring that D urgeon was dead, that the
so callous an emotion, but it was man who had fired the shot had been
there, deep in him. A phrase from the apprehended in the balcony, and was
Psalmist came unbidden to his lips: giving no trouble; the audience
“ Yea, H e did swoop down upon the would please leave quietly. O n the
wings o f the w ind.” In the same way out D r. M illard caught a glimpse
m om ent he realized that all around o f the prisoner being led qu ietly away
him elation and awe and gu ilt and by police — a small, ragged man,
terror were rampant in the breasts with sunken eyes in a heavily un
o f people who had been challenging shaven face o f waxlike pallor, and a
o r encouraging Durgeon in their scarred and twisted jaw.
secret thoughts. Some were pale and
silent, others cried out inarticulately. “ T hank you, doctor,” said M r.
A man m uttered, “ G od has spoken.” L evatt. “ I know that this excellent
Several women fainted, creating little jury felt the essential truth in every
eddies o f movement in the mounting word you have spoken.”
confusion. Bewildered voices asked T he lawyer noted the tense w hite
w hat had happened, and other voices ness o f D r. M illard’s face, and the
demanded, contrapuntally, “ W ho did tight grip o f his hands on the arms o f
it? ” “ W ho shot him ?” the chair in which he was sitting.
D r. M illard dismissed from his Autom atically, he expressed his con
m ind a feeble notion that Durgeon cern in a w ay calculated to win y et
m ight be faking, to lend excitem ent greater sym pathy for his witness from
to his act; there was a hideous and the jury.
convincing realism about the limp “ Y o u look tired, D octor,” he said
posture o f the body on the stage. in an audible murmur. “ I know this
M en rushed from the wings to where must be a great strain for you. Y o u ’re
the author lay, and above the strident sure you feel well enough to g o o n ? ”
babble a voice roared from the bal “ Yes, I ’m all right. L e t’s proceed,”
con y, “ I ’v e got him !” Another D r. M illard replied.
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“ W ell, then, D octor, after w it sure th ey had never seen John N o
nessing the remarkable scene you body, sure that D urgeon had not
have described, you became inter known him.
ested in the arrested man?” As the only clergym an who had
“ Y es.” witnessed the slaying, D r. M illard
“ I think it will save time i f you was prom ptly besieged b y newsmen.
describe for the court in your own D id he consider D urgeon’s death an
way just how that happened, and just act o f G od? Was John N obody an
what your relation to John N obody agent o f divine wrath? P u blicly he
has been.” refused to make a statem ent; pri
Again D r. M illard glanced at the vately he wrestled w ith his own
prisoner, who was watching him w ith feelings. He had always preferred to
almost breathless intensity; and he keep his religious concepts on a high
brought to his mind the circum and rather abstract plane, and had
stances under which they had first never encouraged belief in the inter
met, face to face . . , vention o f the D e ity in personal
affairs. H e was not a credulous man,
It was a newspaper reporter who superstitious, or inclined to easy be
first called the nameless slayer “ John lie f in miracles. B u t his vivid m em ory
N obody,” and the name had caught o f his own emotions in the auditorium
on. From the first, he was the darling made him unwilling to regard the
o f the press. A ll except two o f the slaying o f Durgeon as mere mundane
numerous psychiatrists who exam murder. Besides, no m otive had been
ined him refused to credit his pro found for murder.
testations o f lost m em ory; but it was M eanwhile, from the press, from
the two exceptions whom the press other clergymen, from his congrega
preferred to quote, and the public to tion, from the public, increasing
believe. T h e prevailing opinion was pressure came on him to speak out.
that the amnesia was genuine, but o f F inally, the president o f a W icheka
“ some unknown ty p e .” businessmen’s club, conscious o f eco
C ertainly John N obody never wav nomic aspects o f the case which had
ered in denying knowledge o f who never occurred to D r. M illard, made
he was, and where he came from. T o an inspired suggestion: would the
all questions about his past, he replied minister, esteemed by everyone in
with a slow, regretful, “ I cannot the city , head a public C om m ittee
remember.” Photographs o f his face o f Investigation? N o t w ithout mis
and fingerprints circulated by the givings, D r. M illard consented, and a
police and press all over the country com m ittee o f six was organized, con
brought no identification. People sisting o f reputable citizens w ith
close to D urgeon — fam ily, friends, church affiliations, three o f them
publisher, agent, m anager — were women.
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O n orders from the M ayor, the tions, John N obody said, in deliberate
j ml ice permitted the C om m ittee to sentences, and w ith a direct gaze,
have a private interview with the that he had tried hard to remember
prisoner. John N obody was brought who he was, but that nothing came
into the room where the Com m ittee to him. Perhaps he sensed a certain
awaited him, and having been given good-will in the attitude o f his in
a chair, quietly subm itted to their quisitors, for he spoke with more
scrutiny and questions. freedom and fluency than in his re
Studying him carefully, D r. M il sponses to the police. Particularly,
lard saw a lace o f sharply formed, he seemed drawn to D r. Millard,
firm features, with small but intelli at whom he looked continually when
gent brown eyes. T h e heavy scar speaking, and to whom, some mem
which deformed the lower jaw gave bers o f the com m ittee felt, he was
an odd, stern twist to the m outh; but making an unspoken plea.
the face could not be called mean, or “ T he first thing I remember,”
humorless. John N obody, the minis John N obody said, “ was sitting on a
ter estimated, was well over forty stone fence, alongside a country road
years old. His dark hair, heavily pep just outside W icheka. I had on an
pered w ith gray, was thin at temples old suit and an old overcoat that I
and crown. M ost noticeable was his never saw before, so far as I know.
complexion, o f a dead pallor that M y head ached a lot. I was cold,
could not be accounted for by his particularly m y feet, and for a little
short stay in prison, and his breathing, while I felt kind o f sick. Then I no
which was somewhat labored. The ticed that I had this gun on m y lap.
man was obviously under a strain, A 30-30 repeating rifle it was. I
but his manner was composed. His knew that. I must have known some
on ly pronounced sign o f nervousness thing about guns. I pulled back the
was an occasional curious gesture o f breech and saw that the gun was
his hand around the collar o f his shirt loaded. B u t I didn’t have any idea
— a fluttering o f the fingers, which how I got it. T h at was when I found
he repeated unconsciously from time I didn’ t know m y name — or any
to time in the hour that followed. thing about myself.”
His slow speech was direct and “ And then?” asked D r. M illard.
grammatical, and his voice too sug “ I sat there, for a while, trying to
gested a better-than-average educa think. Then it seemed to me I heard
tion. D r. M illard found he could not someone speak, and I looked around.
give his accent a regional origin; it There wasn’t anybody. It was kind
could have passed w ithout notice o f w indy, and raw, and I couldn’t see
almost anywhere in the United a soul any place. Then 1 heard some
States. body speak again. It wasn’t exactly a
R ep lyin g to the C om m ittee’s ques voice. I t was more a kind o f a whis-
THE TRIAL OF J OHN NOB ODY 129
per, a rustling sound. It said, ‘ Y o u anything about Durgeon. B u t I
have been chosen. Y o u have been knew what I had to do. There just
chosen.’ O v e r and over. I thought I wasn’ t any doubt about it in m y
was crazy. T hen the wind blew a mind. I started to walk along the
piece o f newspaper along. It caught road. It was a long way, but I never
on a bush near me, and I reached even knew it. A ll the tim e m y head
over and go t it. was kind o f buzzing. I remember I
“ T he first thing I saw was the carried the rifle under m y overcoat,
name o f this Durgeon. I couldn’t and it was awkward. M ayb e you ’ll
remember ever having heard o f him think I ’m making this up, like the
before, but somehow I knew right police did, but I knew in advance
away that he was im portant to me. I just where I was going and what was
read about how he was going to going to happen, and y e t everythin g
speak. T hen I heard the voice again. was new to m e.”
A nd it said, ‘A faithless generation He paused again, and presently
looks for a sign.’ ” went on, in his slow pensive manner,
T h e man called John N obody “ I didn’ t seem to hear the voice again
paused, and sat frowning, his eyes until I reached the auditorium . T hen
obscure, like a man trying to under the voice said, ‘E n ter and ob ey.’ I
stand something that puzzled him heard it as plain as I can hear you,
endlessly. only it was kind o f a whisper. I felt in
“ D o you have any recollection at m y pocket and found I had m oney
all o f having attended church in the there — just about enough for a
past?” a woman com m ittee member ticket in the balcony. So I go t the
asked gently. ticket and went in. I just sat there
H e shook his head. “ N o, I can’ t listening. I didn’ t get mad or an y
remember anything like th at.” H e thing. I just listened. T h en I heard
took a deep breath, and resumed his the voice say, ‘Now, m y son.’ So I
narrative. “ I was sitting on that stood up and went to the rear o f the
fence, telling m yself I was crazy, but balcony, and knelt down and rested
I knew right then this wasn’t m y the rifle on the back o f a seat, and I
imagination. I just — knew. I knew I shot him. I don’ t remember having
had to do this thing right away. I aimed or anything, but I suppose I
read the newspaper again, and put the did. I knew I would kill him w ith
sheet in m y pocket. T he police have one shot. T hen I just stood there,
it now. It told where this man D ur and the ushers came and grabbed m e.”
geon was speaking.” A fter questioning him at con
“ D id you have an y feeling about siderable length, the com m ittee went
Durgeon? D id you hate h i m — or away to confer. D r. M illard was
anything?” the woman inquired. searching within him self for the es
“ N othing like that. I didn’ t feel sential conviction that he felt was
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needed, but the rest o f the com m ittee This statem ent made a profound
plunged without delay into argu impression not on ly in W icheka, but
ment. T w o o f its members — a in the nation as a whole. Newspapers,
woman and a man — were certain o f radio, newsreels, magazines — every
John N o bo d y’s sincerity and took agency o f pu blicity blazoned it forth
the position that regardless o f who to the people. O vern igh t D r. M il
he was or what his past, he had been lard, to his astonishment, found him
in fact the agent o f the Lord. O ne self a national celebrity, hero o f the
woman wondered i f N obody m ight devout, target o f the skeptical. A l
not have been hypnotized, or m ight though he refused all offers o f per
not have hypnotized himself. T he sonal a d v a n ta g e — radio a p p e a r
third woman said she thought the ances, magazine articles, and the like
prisoner crazy, but sincere. T h e only — he could not avoid occasional
out-and-out skeptic was a physician, statements, which were over-simpli
who said flatly, “ He looks like a sick fied into such headlines as, D ivine
man, but he’s not sick in mind. H e’s Wrath K illed Blasphemer, Says M illard.
just a fake.” Unable to agree, they His church became a magnet, not
finally appealed, to D r. M illard for only for Wichekans o f his own de
his opinion. nomination, but for religious folk o f
W ith some hesitation he said, “ I all faiths and places, until he had to
am unwilling to believe this is a fake. consent to deliver sermons to special
I am not able to judge what is a meetings, as well as to his adoring
miracle and what is not, but what congregation. A wave o f religious
this man did certainly appeared to be sentiment in the country was a t
the answer o f the Lord to a blas tributed directly to his influence, and
phemer. A t least we cannot say with John N obody’s. Locally, it required a
assurance that John N obody was not hardy spirit to challenge the com m it
divin ely inspired.” tee’s findings. T h e dissenting physi
Starting from this qualified posi cian found his practice endangered
tion, as the discussion went on, he by public resentment, and the D is
found himself gradually becoming trict A ttorn ey was embarrassed by
more definite in his stand. In the the unpopularity o f his prosecutor’s
end he and the entire com m ittee role. H e and the police were inclined
approved a public statem ent which to postpone court action until they
concluded: “ T he Com m ittee, w ith a could learn more about their prisoner,
single exception, agrees that the but public pressure forced them to
law should give every consideration set an early date for the trial.
to the fact that 'John N o bo d y’ be A C om m ittee o f Defense was
lieved himself divinely inspired when formed, and D r. M illard was pressed
he killed Elm o Durgeon, and m ay into the chairmanship. Religious peo
have been so inspired.” ple everyw here contributed funds.
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Into D r. M illard’s home and into the w ith all the sincerity and hum ility
ja il p oured en velop es con tain in g for which the world admires yo u —
checks and currency from all over having made this investigation, you
the United States, and even from came to the conclusion that the
abroad. Enough m oney was re prisoner m ay, in feet, be considered
ceived to enable the C om m ittee to as acting under a conviction o f divine
retain the most successful lawyer in inspiration, and so in that sense, be
the state, H ector L evatt, for the the agent o f divine anger, addressed
defense. D r. M illard felt uplifted by to the destruction o f a blasphemer,
the thought o f the good people who as a sign to an unregenerate world?”
were renewing their faith through Everyone in the court was aware
John N obody. And his own faith was that this was the real clim ax o f the
strengthened and enlarged b y theirs. trial. It was a deliberately long and
N o t only the generality o f G o d tortuous and leading question, de
fearing folk, but the businessmen signed to achieve a powerful effect.
and politicians o f W icheka threw M r. L evatt was taking advantage o f
their support to the defense. F or one the fact that the state could not
thing, the feme which the case was challenge his examination o f his
giving to their city and the large revered witness without irritating
number o f visitors arriving daily had the jury.
a practical value that could not be D r. M illard did not reply a t once,
ignored. T he eyes o f an awed and and the courtroom waited one sec
reverent world were on John N obody ond, two seconds, three seconds,
and D r. M illard; and the pocket- until a wave o f uneasiness began to
books followed the eyes. rise among the spectators. T hen, as if
summoning up reserves o f strength,
Concealing under a grave demeanor the minister lifted his head, and look
his sense o f impending triumph, M r. ing directly at M r. L e v att, said, “ I
L e v a tt permitted a little pause to did at one time hold such an opinion,
follow D r. M illard’s quiet and factual but I no longer hold it.”
statem ent o f his interest in the case. M r. L ev att fell back as i f he had
W hen the courtroom was still and been struck a physical blow, and
expectant, the lawyer said, “ Then, gaped at his witness incredulously.
D r. M illard, is it correct to say that A ll over the courtroom amazement
your opinion about John N obody is was visible and audible: on the faces
based on prolonged personal investi o f the staring prisoner, o f the jury,
gation o f the facts?” even o f the district attorn ey; and
“ T hat is correct.” in a rising murmur from the specta
“ Now, D r. M illard, am I correct tors. T h e judge rapped sharply w ith
in stating that having made this per his gavel, and M r. L ev att attem pted
sonal and unbiased investigation, a chuckle. “ E v id e n tly ,” he said, “ I
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failed to make m y question clear. There was a brief legal clash, the
D id you understand the question, question was re-worded to eliminate
D octor?” and he m uttered under his its ugly implications, and D r. M illard
breath, “ Say no!” answered in a strained voice, “ I had
B u t D r. M illard said, “ Yes, I un m y first doubts some days ago,”
derstood your question. It is the “ D ays ago! I f you had doubts w hy
deepest sorrow o f m y life that I must didn’t you mention them before?”
give you this answer. I do not now “ I was not sure. I could not speak
believe that the prisoner was divin ely before I was sure.”
inspired.” “ O f course.” M r. L e v a tt was heav
Bedlam broke ou t in the courtroom ily sarcastic. “ Y o u kept these so-
as reporters dashed for the door, and called doubts to yourself, you waited
unbelieving voices rose everywhere. until the last moment, so as to be
T h e judge pounded for order without sure o f getting all the publicity — ”
avail, while the prisoner was seen to T h e prosecution objected, and
sink back in his chair, breathing argument followed. D r. M illard did
heavily, his face twisted in an expres not hear it. His eyes had turned
sion o f pain. D istrict A ttorn ey Par- again, with infinite sadness, to the
nail was on his feet, tense w ith new prisoner, and his thoughts to the first
hope. dreadful moment o f suspicion.
T h e defense law yer looked coldly
at D r. M illard, and then said, “ T h a t is H e and L e v a tt and John N obody
an astonishing statem ent to come had been in the warden’s office at
from you, D octor. I feel certain there the jail, and had been examining mail
is some misunderstanding which can addressed to th e prisoner from all
easily be cleared up. In the meantime, over the nation. M ost o f it, offers o f
i f it please the court, since this w it money, prayer, or marriage, had
ness’s testimony w ill obviously take been assorted and classified b y the
longer than expected, and the hour is warden’s staff; a few letters o f un
late, I ask for an adjournment — ” usual character were held apart. R u n
T h e D istrict A ttorn ey objected ning through these, D r. M illard found
strongly, and the judge refused the an odd, brief missive that differed
adjournment. M r. L evatt, his face from all the others. Printed on plain
deeply flushed with anger, turned to cheap paper, in sprawling black le t
his witness again, and rasped, “ I ters, was the single word, H E L P !
m ust ask you, D r. M illard, to tell the H e studied the sheet curiously,
court and ju ry — and to tell me — and glanced at the envelope attached
what influences have been brought to to it. T he address was also printed:
bear to make you change your ex John Nobody, W iche\a, and the letter
pressed convictions at thelast m inute.” had been mailed in C ottersville, a
“ O b jectio n !” shouted M r. Parnall. town in the southern part o f the
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state. Tossing it to John N obody, he p u t him on the stand. Looks to me
said, “ This is odd.” like an open and shut proposition,
John N obody glanced up with a just with your testim ony.”
smile that he always had for D r. Glancing at John N obody, D r.
M illard, a smile which seemed to M illard saw that he was close enough
suggest that th ey were linked by to, hear, and was startled a t an ex
invisible bonds o f mutual faith and pression o f exultation on his profile.
understanding, to the exclusion o f I t was gone quickly, but it stayed in
others. B u t as he glanced at the le t the minister’s mind. H e was certainly
ter, D r. M illard saw a sudden cloud not disposed to judge any man by a
pass over his face, and heard the fleeting change o f countenance, and it
stertorous breathing that always be seemed absurd to m agnify anything
tokened em otion on the prisoner’s so trivial by speaking o f it. N everthe
part. Instantly he mastered himself, less, the incongruity between the
shrugged, comm ented, “ Just a crank, John N obody he had glimpsed then
I guess,” and put the letter in a pile and the John N obody he had helped
o f others. N othing more was said. to present to the world was a chal
B ut D r. M illard had an unpleasant lenge and a disturbance.
impression that the letter had given Something else had been working
John N obody a shock, and held some obscurely in his brain, during his
hidden significance for him. weeks o f reflection about th e prisoner
T he doubt, as it m et the wall o f — John N o bo d y’s curious mannerism
his determ ined faith, ebbed away. in moments o f strain — that m ove
Probably h e had been wrong, he told ment o f his fingers in the air, just at
himself. T h e prison doctor had said the level o f his collar. It had struck
that John N o b o d y’s health was bad; D r. M illard that the gesture was not
it was easy to misread the expression unfamiliar, y et for the life o f him he
o f a sick m an’s face. Thus repressed, had been unable to identify it. N o t
the incident m ight have dropped out until a night just before the opening
o f D r. M illard’s memory had it not o f the trial did an explanation come
been for something that occurred a to him. H e was trying to fall asleep
few days later, when he and L evatt at the time, and the flash o f realiza
were questioning John N obody about tion brought him bolt upright.
certain details o f his story. A t the T h e gesture was that which bearded
end o f their talk the prisoner arose men habitually make when they
and stood, facing the door, his face stroke their beards.
partially turned from them, awaiting T h e implications o f his discovery
the guard who would take him back startled him. I f John N obody had
to his cell. L e v a tt chose this moment worn a beard, that m ight account
to remark to D r. M illard in a low for the failure to identify the pu b
voice, “ I don ’t think we’ll have to lished photographs showing him clean-
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shaven; for the police had prom ptly “ Yes, I do, D octo r.”
shaved off the heavy stubble he had “ Y o u would not betray all those
worn when arrested. people, would you? N o m atter what
D r. M illard told himself th at he it cost you? Y o u would not lie to
was assuming too much. H e m ight be me?”
wrong about the beard; or even if he T he small brown eyes m et D r.
were right, it was possible that John M illard’s gaze steadily. “ N o, sir. I
N obody had forgotten in his amnesia wouldn’ t do that, D octo r.”
that he had once worn a beard, while “ T ell m e — do you remember that
retaining the mannerism. N everthe letter — the note that said, H E L P }"
less a terrible suspicion stayed with “ N o te?”
D r. M illard. T h e prisoner’s con “ Yes, it was in the mail, last W ed
strained response to the enigmatic nesday, I think. I showed it to you .”
letter; the sudden revelation o f his “ W ednesday. N o, I don ’t seem to
eyes when he heard L ev att speak of remember it, D octo r.”
certain v icto ry; the possibility that W hen D r. M illard left the jail, he
a bearded man came beardless to found that he could not shake him
W icheka — all this suggested some self free from gnawing doubt. He
thing untold and perhaps sinister in tried to tell himself it was too late to
John N o bo d y’s background. do more than pray th at the L o rd ’s
E a rly the next morning he w ent to will be done. For even if John N o bo d y
the jail and saw John N obody alone. knew something more than he had
Sittin g face to face with the prisoner, told, would it n ot be better to le t it
D r. M illard said abruptly, “ John, remain hidden, rather than risk shak
did you ever wear a beard?” ing the faith o f the devout men and
T h e hand started toward the chin, women who were givin g the prisoner
and stopped in mid-motion; the their spiritual and financial support?
rhythm o f the heavy breathing broke; B u t the trouble worked ceaselessly in
but when John N obody spoke he the minister’s m ind. E arly the next
said calm ly, “ I don’ t think so, D oc morning, w ithout explaining his pur
tor. I don’t remember ever wearing pose to anyone, he left the c ity on a
a beard.” southbound train.
D r. M illard reflected, and said, C ottersville was a small and sullen
“ John, I think you know I am your town in a backward rural area. D r.
friend. I have believed in you. I M illard prom ptly sought out a fellow
want you to realize something. Y o u minister, a young man named K inter,
are no longer just an individual. Y o u to whom he said, “ I should not like
are a symbol o f hope and faith for to have it known that I am here. M y
millions o f good and kind people all mission is rather curious and delicate,
over the world. Y o u know that, and I cannot as y e t reveal much
don’ t you?” about it. M a y I ask yo u to take me
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on faith, and give m e your coopera in his barren office, turned ou t to be
tion?” an ancient, wrinkled, but keen, Iong-
T h e younger minister, a little over memoried and garrulous man. T o the
whelmed at the presence o f the cele request made o f him for information
brated D r. M illard in his house, freely and secrecy, M r. G ifford eagerly as
offered his services. sented, after which M r. K in ter some
“ In brief,” explained D r. M illard, what reluctantly left them. W hen
“ I should like to know whether you G ifford heard D r. M illard’s question,
can tell me o f any bearded man in this he looked up sharply, and at that
vicin ity who has not been seen for shrewd glance all the minister’s senses
the past tw o m onths.” sprang to attention.
T h e Reverend K in ter looked at “ F un n y you should ask that,” said
him with surprise, but staunchly re M r. Gifford. “ O n ly a couple o f days
pressed his curiosity. “ N o,” he said ago I was out M ills Poin t w ay. T h a t’s
reflectively, “ I can’t think o f anyone in this township, about seven miles
like that. Beards aren’ t very common from here. I had some other business
in these parts. B u t I ’m not the best there, so I thought I’d drop in and
person to ask. T h e man who really see these people named Cullen. T h e y
knows e v e ry b o d y around here is got a little house ou t there. M atter o f
Charlie G ifford, the T ow n Clerk. taxes they haven’ t paid. T h o ugh t I’d
W ould you like me to take you over better ask ’em about it before I had
to him?” to sic the law on ’em.”
I f D r. M illard’s question had sur H e cocked his head humorously.
prised the Reverend K inter, it had “ M ayb e I was a little curious, too.
also sounded grotesque to the D octor T h e y tell me I’m a gossip. A bout all
himself. H e was glad o f the negative I got to live for is what other people
answer, more than willing that his do, ’cause I can’t do much m yself."
quest prove fruitless and that his H e chuckled heartily. “ W ell, these
suspicions be revealed as the products Cullens. I been wondering about ’em.
o f a fatigued mind. N ow that he was T h e y keep to themselves. D on ’ t think
in Cottersville, the m otive for his I’ve seen Cullen more’n a couple o f
coming was no longer as clear to him times since he’s been here. Funny,
as it had been. Surely the association hey? D on ’t come into town much
o f a postmark w ith a presumptive except for shopping, and the wife
beard was a tenuous piece o f reason does that. D rives in about once a
ing. H e sighed as he reflected that he week in their little jalopy. O r did
was getting old and foolish. However, until the grocer and butcher stopped
now that he had gone so far, he givin g her credit.”
would do what he could to make Scratching his head reflectively, he
peace w ith his own unworthy mind. added, “ C ullen’s got a beard. B ig and
T h e T ow n Clerk, whom th ey found heavy. Hair all over his face.”
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D r. M illard said tensely, “ Has he Cullen had long lashes, the kind
left Cottersville?” women like. Suppose he trimmed
“ T h a t’s what I’m saying. W hen I those, his eyes m ight look different.
called, there wasn’t only M rs. Cullen. Same with the eyebrows. T hen take
I asked her where he was, and she said away the beard, and yep, I wouldn’ t
he was away — abrupt. ‘Been away be surprised.”
long?’ I asked her, ’cause I hadn’ t “ Y o u ’re not sure?”
heard about it, and she says to me, “ W ell, not to swear to.”
‘W hat do you want?’ Hard, like that. “ C an you tell me anything about
She ain’t a bad looking woman, so I Cullen — the kind o f man he is?”
figured maybe she thought I was “ M aybe. I hear things about peo
getting fresh” — he cackled — “ so I ple. Best part o f this job ,” said M r.
told her quick I was just calling about G ifford cheerfully. “ Cullen. L e t’s see.
the taxes. She said her husband’d pay T h ey came down here about six
the taxes soon. I told her to remind months ago. I met him when he took
him ’cause he was bad overdue.” title to drat little place o f theirs. N o t
A sense o f impending revelation country folk. H e talked real glib.
was in D r. M illard’s heart as he asked, Said he was w riting a book, but didn’t
“ W hat does Cullen look like?” say about what. D idn ’ t strike me as a
“ A little bigger’n me. Brownish book writer. M ore like the kind you
hair and beard. Shaggy eyebrows. see at cou nty fairs, selling stuff. N ever
D on ’t remember the color o f his g o t a n y m ail, postm an tells me.
eyes.” Couple o f times I wondered if they
“ D o you think you could recognize wasn't hiding o u t.”
him without his beard?” “ W hat did they do for a living?”
M r. G ifford looked up quickly, a “ N ever could make out. Had a
glint o f comprehension in his eye. little bank account, but I hear it
“ M igh t.” shrunk away to nothing back a while.
D r. M illard took a photograph o f M ust have been living o ff capital.
John N obody from his pocket, and Fool thing to do. Cullen told people
M r. G ilford studied it attentively. he’d had a heart attack and had to
“ P len ty o f these in the papers lately,” rest quiet. Looked like it, too. N eigh
he said. “ N ever noticed any resem bors tell me about all the exercise he
blance before. D on ’t look much like took was when he’d go into the woods
Cullen. B u t now, wait. In a way it and shoot birds. W ith a rifle, too.
does, too. N ever saw the scar, but T h a t’s dum b. B u t,” M r. Gifford
that would be on account o f the added significantly, “ I hear he can
beard. Hair looks the same, and fore shoot real good.”
head. B u t the eyebrows are different, D r. M illard’s face was haggard.
and the lashes look smaller.” H e hesi “ W hat sort o f woman is M rs. C ullen?”
tated. “ Hold on, though. I remember he asked slowly.
T HE TRIAL OF J OHN NOB ODY 137
“ Looks to m e like she m ight have using your own words, D r. M illard,
been a chorus girl back a ways. N o t o f the information M rs. C ullen gave
bad looking, but hard. M ayb e y o u ’d you, the court w ill hear y o u .”
like to talk to her, R everend? I ’ll be H e waved away M r. L e v a tt’s irate
glad to drive you out there.” protest, and turned his full attention
M r. G ifford’s modest car took them to D r. M illard.
over a bum py road to an area o f
squalid farms and shabby houses ou t A radio was chattering as th ey
side the town. T h e y turned in at a entered the din gy parlor, and M rs.
small, isolated, and unkem pt dw ell C ullen snapped it off. “ H ave a chair,
ing, surrounded by a few acres o f R everen d,” she said, and cleared a
overgrown land. A big woman, in litter o f magazines and newspapers
w hom vestiges o f b lo n d e b e a u ty from an armchair, ousting a gray cat,
showed through untidy hair and slat which minced out o f the room w ith
ternly dress, came to the door. A t an indignant mew. D r. M illard no
the sight o f D r. M illard she stood ticed that the woman’s high voice was
suddenly still, her hand at her throat. throaty and blurred, and simulta
“ Perhaps,” D r. M illard murmured neously he caught a smell o f liquor in
apologetically to his companion, “ it the room. She followed his glance to
would be best for me to speak to her an open whiskey bottle and partially
alone.” filled glass on a table.
M r. G ifford looked disappointed, Shrugging, she said, “ L ik e a drink,
but he said, “ Sure. I ’ll w ait.” Reverend? No? W ell, you won’t mind
D r. M illard approached the mo if I finish mine.”
tionless woman, in whose face surprise “ I shall come to the point, M rs.
had given w ay to calculation. “ Mrs. C ullen ,” he said, handing her the
C ullen ?” he said form ally. “ M y name photograph o f John N obody. “ I have
is M illard. M ay I talk to you alone?” reason to believe that this man is
S ilen tly she stood aside to le t him your husband.”
enter. H er blue eyes stared at him stonily.
“ Y o u ’ve got it wrong, Reverend. M y
M r. L e v att, playing for time, and husband is away on a trip. I’ve seen
unwilling to relinquish his witness for this John N obody’s picture before,
cross-examination, was asking D r. and he’s nothing like m y husband.”
M illard questions designed to em- He frowned. “ Y o u have a choice
. barrass him, rather than to reveal between talking to me or to the
information. In particular, he chal police. I f they add a beard and heavy
lenged the minister’s m em ory o f the eyebrows to the photograph, would
exact words used b y M r. G ifford. you know him then?”
F inally the judge intervened. She licked her lips, pretended to
“ I f you care to make a statem ent look at the picture more closely, and
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o f the defense that you have been dling old fool! Shut u p !” As a guard
serving any personal end a t an y tim e forced him back, his waxlike face
in this case. I f there is anything else became suffused with blood, and he
you care to add, D octor, I’m sure the rattled o ff a string o f obscenities that
court null be interested in hearing it.” put the courtroom in an uproar before
“ T hank you ,” replied D r. M illard, the guard could silence him w ith a
constrainedly. His face looked old and heavy hand upon his mouth.
tired. “ I must confess that when I D r. M illard rose, and long-sup
came into the courtroom I hoped pressed anger had its way w ith him.
that there might be some w ay of He stood tall, erect, and formidable,
avoiding this shock to all the people and his eyes blazed with forgotten fire.
who sincerely believed, as I believed, A t that instant all compassion was
in John N obody. B ut it was too late. gone ou t o f him ; he wanted to hurt
A nd perhaps it is for the best that the and to frighten the impious man
truth comes out in this w ay.” opposite him. He stretched out his
“ I am sure,” the judge interposed, long arm and pointed an accusing
“ that no one can blame you for your finger at the prisoner; his voice took
part in the case.” ' on sonorous depths, quieting the noisy
F or the first tim e the emotion courtroom; and he spoke old, pro
within him showed in D r. M illard’s phetic words which sounded like
voice as he said, “ W hether they the clanging o f great bells: “ ‘ Behold,
blame me is not important. It is the the whirlwind o f the Lord goeth forth
in ju ry to the faith that matters. T o with fury, a continuing whirlwind; it
the millions o f good men and women shall fall with pain upon the head o f
in whom bitterness and cynicism will the w icked’.”
grow when th ey hear the truth about H e stood there for an instant, full
John N o b o d y.” H e paused, and shook o f wrath. Then, w ith an effort, he
his head. “ I have seen m uch wicked mastered him self and stepped down
ness in m y life, but this is the wicked from die witness stand. A s he did so,
est thing o f all. D urgeon, at least, excited voices rose in the neighbor
fought religion frankly and openly. hood o f the prisoner’s box.
A theist though he was, he spoke out “ W hat’s the m atter w ith him ?”
like a man. The evil he did to men’s someone cried.
souls was nothing compared to the A guard answered, “ Looks like he’s
e v il his murderer has done by prac passed o u t.”
ticing upon the desire o f m en to A woman cried, “ H e’s dead!” And
believe.” another: “ John N obody is dead!”
. In the prisoner’s box there was A bove the torrent o f sound, defying
sudden tum ult, as Ambrose Cullen, the judge’s gavel, a voice screamed
alias John N obody, leaped to his feet “ — died when he pointed his finger!”
and screamed, “ Shut up, you med Someone else shouted, " I t ’s a real
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miracle, this tim e!” “ He put the with sublime exaltation. I t was n ot
curse o f G od on him !” so. W ithin him was a sense o f terror,
“ N o !” answered D r. M illard, sud o f painful hum ility, and o f ignorance.
denly and loudly. “ N o! T h e man had He felt unsure, and weary. H e did
a bad heart!” not raise his eyes, but presently his
N o one listened to his words. M en lips moved a little, as ou t o f his
were staring at him w ith awe. Several remembered store o f prayer there
women openly began to pray. One came to him a saying that struck
o f them burst through the guards, him as appropriate to his need:
fell on her knees before him, and had “ G iv e therefore T h y servant an
to be bodily lifted and dragged away. understanding heart,” he murmured
D r. M illard stood com pletely still earnestly, “ to judge T h y people, that
before the witness stand. Some who I m ay distinguish between good and
observed him thought he was filled e v il.”
M r. Carr wrote to your Editors that he fo u n d the seed o f his story, “ The
Trial o f John N obody,” in a newspaper item which he read in the early
195 os. It described a lecture given by Sinclair Lewis somewhere in the
midwest. M r. Carr recollects that in his lecture, to emphasize his b elief in a
dramatic way, Sinclair Lew is made use o f a common em otional ex
pression : he invited the Lord to strike him dead i f he was wrong,
M r. Carr began wondering what w ould have happened i f the challenger
had dropped dead on the spot. B ut M r. Carr only wondered — it was
merely an interesting and stimulating speculation: the subsequent process
o f incubation proved very slow indeed. Fifteen years passed. True, there
were a few times during the fifteen years when the idea popped back *nt0
his mind — rather, thrust its head above the surface o f his m ind; but
nothing happened. A n d yet, without M r. Carr's realizing it, the creative
function was at work — slowly, patiently, but inexorably.
Then E Q M M purchased M r. Carr's story, “ The M an Who Played
H unches,” and, to quote the author, “ my thoughts started to roam once
again into detective chan n els'' Another ideafloated up from the deep p ool
o f M r. Carr’s subconscious — the character o f D r. M illard. A ctually, the
conception o f D r. M illard had its origin in an entirely different type o f
story — a tale o f the conflict between fa ith and fa ct. B ut one day the two
elements — the lecture situation and the character o f D r. M illard —
coalesced, and M r. Carr began to scribble.
It is always thus; the creative mind is the true Philosopher's Slone, the
author is the true alchemist. M ind and man make a miracle, transmuting
the intangible into the tangible , . .
W IN N E R OF A SECO ND P R IZ E :
A. H. Z. CARR
MURDER AT C I T Y HALL
■ by A . H . Z . C A R R
, I am the guy.
o n fid e n t ia l ly He says that is why he likes to have
C who steered the Conimish to the me around, because out of the mouths
answer in the Holcombe case, fust of babes. He is joking, of course. . . .
ask him, if you do not believe me. On the Force they call me Babe Hig-
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gins, on account l am six feet two and ing‘ in' fh ^ o B by-is Inspector -Stotter,
weigh two hundred and twenty. - <who is. a smart:-cookie, even though
We got the news about Holcombe he looks and talks-like a college pro- -
at theiast big party rally before elec- lessor. -- He.-tsays;-^“ Commissioner, I •
-tion. The Comnlish had to be there; - have justcom e.ffom .C ity Half, and I
o f course. Politics. I go along, being • thought you.would want to know right
his -bodyguard and under orders from away . Somebody shot D r. Holcombe-.”
His Honor the Mayor, Johnny Con- It takes me a .second before I get -
nors himself, to stay on the job at all - who he means. Holcombe is the guy
times. This has been going on. ever who makes the. rain — made the rain,
since the Commish busted up the big that is, for Stotter'says he is dead,
gambling Syndicate and we got word The Commish' frowns and says,
-that-some of-those lice had threatened . - “ T h at’s a rotten shame. H ejvas.a fine. ■
to get him. The Mayor says he is tak- . young fellow.” -
ing ho chances on losing the best When the M ayor borrowed H oi-
Police Commissioner the city ever had. combe from the state university, even "
A t the rally Johnny Connors is though he voted w ith 'th e , wrong'
sitting near us. He is wearing his big party, the -newspapers played it up
grin over a maroon bow tie, with his big. This' was a good time for th e ’
empty cigarette holder at the usual M ayor not to- think about party ■ '
’ cocky angle, but you can see the cir- politics,-because-for a while the dry
cles under his eyes getting darker by spell we had- looked like it could' go
the minute. The boys are whooping on forever. The reservoirs were way
it up for victory, and the fifth speaker 1 down, not only, the ones upstate,-
on the platform is saying what the where the-watershed starts, but also -
first four said, every vote counts, the the two big reservoirs inside the city
pari y got to get but the vote tomor- limits. Although people laughed about
row and win, and I am thinking, not taking-baths, they were plenty
“ Praise be, this is the last one of these sore, and down at C ity Hall every-
things I will have to sit through for body got new creases in the forehead
two years no matter who wins,” trying to answer complaints. Then
when a cop in uniform comes in and Holcombe begins to go up in that
hands me a note and whispers, “ For plane o f his and spray clouds with
Commissioner Dan wood.” dry ice,-and. sure enough,'every time
I give it to the Commish. He reads he' does s i t — wKammo, raini Some ' "
it and gets up quiet and eases himself say he was lucky , but if it was luck he *<
down the aisle. I go after him. When sure made a pass every tim e he rolled
he passes the Mayor I see Johnny wink the dice; The level in ' the reservoirs -
'affirm and hear him whisper, “ Where ' went up a little and he was a kind of;
you going, Danny-boy?” The Com- public hero, and Johnny Connors took "-
mish just smiles and slides out. Wait- a lot of credit for hiring him.
MURDER AT CITY HALL
5
The Commish stands there.in the like sitting at a desk and sounding off,
lobby o f the auditorium and thinks and he keeps wishing he was hack out
for a second. Whenever I look at him, there with the boys. Once he says, to
I always wonder how some o f these me, deadpan; “ Babe, if anybody
detectives in, books got the nerve to brings me another report to read, to
pretend they can tell what a guy is day, shoot him on sight.” He is jok
just from his appearance, .Over jthat ing, of course. But another time he. is
sawed-off, middle-aged .figure o f his not joking, because he looks tired and
the Gommish just has a .common worried, and he says, “ Babe, politics
American face — gray hair,, what he is a rotten business. I hate to think
has o f it, which isn’t, much, stubby what is going on around this town and
nose, big jaw, steady blue, eyes. Jn his what is being covered up. Thank
tux, which he was wearing that night, God, my Department is fairly clean.”
he could have been taken for any . “ You bet it is, boss,” I tell him, and
th in g— a business man, or, a lawyer, he slaps me on the shoulder and grins.
or a politician. Instead, he was just a Now he says to Stotter, “ How was
,cop. T hat is all he ever was — rookie, Holcombe killed?”
plaindothesman, Dete.ctiye-Sergeant, Stotter says, “ A bullet through the
Lieutenant, Inspector, C hief Inspec left temple. There is np chance o f its
tor — but always a cop. When Johnny being suicide. The gun has disap
Connors called him in ,and said, he peared and so- has the cartridge case.
wanted him to be the new Commis The hole looks like a, .32-. The Medical
sioner of Police, I guess nobody , was Examiner was probing for the slug
more surprised than the Commish. when I left.”
But it was a smart move by . the A short guy wearing a natty tux
Mayor. He was getting hit- hard by and carrying a brief case comes out
the papers about that ..time, because o f the auditorium and lights up a
the Department was in bad shape — cigarette. He is short and dark-haired
lots o f graft and funny .business...He and for a second I think it is the
knew that the Commish was, popular Mayor, but then I see it is only Lloyd
with the reporters, and sure,enough, Thompson, his brother-in-law, who is
the papers, called him an honest cop also his public relations man. When
and said i f anybody could clean Up Johnny Connors appointed Thomp
the Force he could. T h ey were right. son after Mrs. Connors died a few
He fired the precinct captains who years back, some claimed it, was what
were protecting the gamblers and.re they call nepotism, but they , tell me
organized the Department. In two Thompson is really pretty good at his
years you would not know the Force, job.
the way the morale zoomed. . Seeing Thompson reminds the
Everybody was set. up about it Commish to ask Stotter, “ Have, the
except the Commish. ,He. does not papers got it yet?”
6 ELLERY QUEEN’S MYSTERY MAGAZINE
neat and dean, with white woodwork must have fallen. The rest is just what
and pale green -paint on the walls, you would expect — a desk set, half
and walnut desks for Holcombe and a dozen pipes, a jar o f tobacco, some
his secretary. books, a wooden tray marked Pending
The flashlight and fingerprint boys with some papers in it, and some big
and the doc have finished arid gone technical-looking charts.
when we come in. Under a sheet in “ These are the letters I told you
the center of the room is the corpse. about,” Stotter says, reaching into
Lieutenant Harris, who is a nice guy, the wooden tray. “ They-were in the
is waiting to report. He salutes the drawer o f the desk.”
Commish and says to Stotter, “ This The Commish reads the letters,
is going to be mean. No fingerprints and when he is through I sneak a look
on..the.desk,except.his. The slug.was a _a t.them. One is a yellow, carbon of. a .
.32 like you said, and I sent it down to letter to M r. Frank Coletti at the
Ballistics.” Lancaster Hotel on Park Avenue and
“ Then all we know,” says Stotter, it says: D ear M r. C o letti— M y secre
looking gloomy, “ is that someone tary tells m e that yo u telephoned and
shot him through his left temple as asked m e to call on yo u M onday after
he sat at his desk, and he died in noon. I f yo u wish to see m e, I shall be in
stantly.” m y office at C ity H a ll on M onday be
“ T hat’s right,” Harris admits. tween fiv e and six. Very tru ly yours. -
Meanwhile the Commish has drawn The other letter has great big red '
back the sheet and is looking at the and blue printing at the top —
corpse. Holcombe must have been a M ohaw k A m usem ent Park — E xecu
handsome guy. The things you no tive O ffice. It is written in black ink —
ticed especially were his dark eye a splashy handwriting — D ear D r.
brows, which were very thick, and H olcom be: I f yo u w ill not listen to rea
his chin, which had a kind of “ I’ll-do- son, I am going to have to take action, as
what-I-please” look about it. Lying {w arned yo u . Y ours truly, Vera Loom is.
there dead, he reminded me o f the “ Have they been brought in yet?”
bird-on the ten-dollar bills — what’s the Commish asks.
his name? Hamilton. Harris says, “ I talked to Mrs.
After a while the Commish says Loomis on the phone, and she said she
with a. sigh, “ Better have him taken cannot possibly leave the park until
away.” Harris gives the order to a it closes at one o’clock, and how about
cop outside the door,: arid' pretty soon tomorrow morning? She wanted to
some guys come in and lug out the know what it was all about, but f just
body. The Commish sits in Hol told her I would call her back. We are
combe’s chair and looks over the desk. still looking for Coletti. Kreedlin,
The desk blotter, which is gray, shows ■* Mrs. Barkowsky, and the Austin girl
a bloodstain where Holcombe’s head are in the office across the way.”
; MURDER AT CITY HALL
9
The Commish stays in the chair, her gentle, and she tells how she came
and begins to look around the room, into the office, put on the light, saw
not missing a thing. Just an ordinary the body, yelled, and ran out to find
office. Filing cabinets, armchairs with a cop.
leather seats, and some photographs Stotter looks at the Commish, who
of clouds on the wall. I got the feeling says, “ You liked Dr. Holcombe, Mrs.
that the Commish was kind of pleased Barkowsky?”
to be in on the ground floor of a mur “ Oh, yes,” she gulps. “ He was a
der case again. The way he squi nts up fine man. So handsome, and always a
his eyes and runs his hand oyer his jaw smile. When he works late here and
reminds me o f a cat figuring out a way I come in, he always says good
to get at the goldfish. None of us says evening, and asks me about my son,
anything. who is sick, jaundice, for six weeks
After a while he gets up and goes now — ”
to the door, and then I notice that on “ I see,” the Commish says. “ And I
the door-frame, just inside the room, suppose you always cleaned this of
there is a little dark streak, which fice carefully?”
shows up against the white paint at “ Like it was my own home,” she
the level o f the Commish’s. eyes. You comes back. “ Everything spotless. He
would not notice it unless you were a noticed how good I clean. Once he
sharpie. The Commish touches it with says to me I am Mrs. D utch Cleanser
the tip of a finger, and says,'“ Ash?” herself.”
“ I saw that,” says Lieutenant Har “ When did you clean the office
ris. “ Looks like somebody brushed it last?” he asks her. “ Yesterday?”
with a cigarette or cigar sometime.” “ No, yesterday was Sunday. On
The Commish turns back to the Saturday afternoon I cleaned.”
desk and says to S.tqtter, “ We will He wants to know whether she re
have to try to get at the motive, as members cleaning . the woodwork
you said, Bill. Suppose you handle the around the door, and she says, “ Yes,
questioning, and I will just sit by, if Saturday is my day for a thorough
that is all right with you.” . . cleaning. I wash all the woodwork
“ Fine,” says Stotter. then.” •
“ The Barkowsky woman, js talcing The Commish goes to the door and
it pretty hard,” .Harrismentions. points out the little streak. “ If that
“ All right,” says Stotter. “ W e’ll had been there Saturday,” he says to
talk to her first,” . .. Mrs. Barkowsky, “ do you think you
When they bring her in, she turns would have noticed it and wiped it
out to be a short, stumpy dame with off?” ..:
a red, sad face and a: Polish, accent, “ Oh, yes,” she says, “ I do not.miss
and she is crying, because she thinks any dirt in this office.”
we suspect her. But Stotter handles “ Thank you very much,” says the
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A week after we went to Gauhati, news came from Manipur that
Mr. Heath, our successor, was very ill indeed with dysentery. And as
every day went by, bringing reports of his condition, sometimes
better, and then worse again, we began to fear that he would not
recover. At last one day a telegram came saying that all was over,
and that he had died the previous evening. We were both very sorry
to hear it. We had liked what we saw of him so much, and had been
so sorry to leave him there, apart from our own sad feelings at going,
knowing that he disliked and dreaded the place so much. It seemed
terribly sad. I knew well, too, that it would mean our returning there,
and much as I had regretted leaving, I did not want to go back.
I cannot tell why the dislike had arisen within me at the thoughts of
returning; but the journey was so long, and the time of year so trying,
and on the top of that there was the feeling that a man whom we had
known and liked had just died in the house, and that if we went back
it would be to rooms that were full of his things, and associations
quite unlike those we had left behind us. Maybe that a warning of all
that was yet to come filled me with some unknown presentiment of
evil; but it seemed as though our return there was inevitable.
Within twenty-four hours after we had heard of Mr. Heath’s death
came the letter offering Manipur again to my husband. I watched his
face light up as he read it, full of eagerness to get back to the place
he loved, and I knew that I could never tell him that I did not want
him to go. My reasons for not wishing to return seemed childish, and
I thought he would not understand the superstitious ideas which filled
me with dread at the idea of going back. So when he came to me
with the letter and asked me to decide whether we should say yes or
no to it, I said we had better accept what it offered.
As it was so late in the year for travelling, and the weather so hot
and unhealthy, my husband decided to leave me in Shillong on his
way to Manipur, and let me follow in October. It was with a heavy
heart that I superintended the arrangements for the return journey.
An undefinable dread seemed to predominate over all I did, and I bid
good-bye to my husband when he left me behind in Shillong with a
very heavy heart, and my anxiety was not lessened when I heard
from him day after day, giving me terrible accounts of all he was
going through on the way. Every one of his servants, with the
exception of the Khitmutghar, got ill with fever and other complaints
peculiar to the time of year. They had to be carried the whole way,
and my husband had to cook his own dinner and groom his horses
himself every day, besides having to unpack all the necessary tables
and chairs at each halting-place, and do them up again before
starting off next morning. It was only a mercy that he did not get ill
himself to add to the other miseries, and that I was not there to make
extra work for him. Very glad was I to hear from him at last that he
had arrived safely at Manipur. I don’t think he felt very bright at first.
He was quite alone there. The regiment was still away in the Chin
Hills, and rumours were afloat that when it did return most of the
men were to be drafted to Shillong, and only a wing left to garrison
Langthabal. My husband complained, too, that the Residency had
somewhat gone to seed since we left. During Mr. Heath’s illness and
the time which elapsed between his death and our return the
servants had all taken a holiday, so there was a good deal to be
done to get things into order again. Several rooms in the house that
contained the dead man’s effects were kept locked up, and it was
some time before my husband could get the whole house opened
and the things sent away down to Calcutta.
Meanwhile I was enjoying myself very much, having got over my
first feelings of loneliness, and made friends with everyone in the
place, more or less. Shillong is a lovely little station nestling away
amongst the Khasia Hills, in the midst of pine woods, and abounding
in waterfalls and mountain-torrents. The climate is delicious all the
year round, and the riding and driving as good, if not better, than any
hill-station in India. Life there was very pleasant, not a
superabundance of gaiety, but quite enough to be enjoyable. I have
spent some very happy days there with some good friends, many of
whom, alas! I can never hope to see again; and the memories that
come to me of Shillong and my sojourn there are tinged with
sadness and regret, even though those days were good and
pleasant while they lasted.
Things have changed there now, that is, as far as the comings and
goings of men change, but the hills remain the same, and the face of
Nature will not alter. Her streams will whisper to the rocks and
flowers of all that has been and that is to be. So runs the world.
Where others lived and loved, sorrowed and died, two hundred years
ago, we are living now, and when our day is over and done there will
be others to take our place, until a time comes when there shall be
no more change, neither sorrow nor death, and the former things
shall have passed away for ever.
CHAPTER VIII.
A terrible experience—A Thoppa and a journey in it—Its difficulties and dangers—
The Lushais—Arrive at Sylhet—Find the Coolies have levanted—A pony
journey ends disastrously—A night walk—Accident to Mr. A⸺.—Arrive at a
teahouse—Not a shadowy dinner.
I rode alone all over the country, fearing nothing from the
inhabitants, who knew me, and would have been only too ready to
help me had I needed aid; and I have been left for days together
quite alone at the Residency while my husband had to be out in
camp. Once he had to go down to Tammu in Burmah, five days’
journey from Manipur, and I was too ill to go with him, so stayed
behind.
For sixteen days I was there all alone. We had no neighbours
nearer than a hundred miles off, and I never even heard English
spoken until my husband returned. The old ayah used to sleep on
my doormat at night, and I always had sentries outside the house,
back and front. I used to hear, or imagine I heard, all kinds of noises
sometimes, and get up, waking the old woman from her noisy
slumbers to come and do a midnight parade all round the house,
searching in every nook and corner for the disturber of my rest,
which was probably nothing more harmful than an antiquated bat
roaming about in the roof, or a rat in the cellars beneath the house.
The poor old ayah used to pretend to be very valiant on these
occasions and carefully hunt in every dark corner which I had
already turned out; but she was always glad to get back when the
search was ended to her own venerable blanket, in which she used
to roll her attenuated form, and snore away the long vigils of the
nights.
Poor old Moonia! she was a faithful old soul, and has tramped
many a mile after me in my wanderings backwards and forwards.
She was a lazy old woman, but if I told her so, she gave me warning
on the spot. She did this very frequently—on an average, six times a
month; but after a little I got accustomed to it—in fact, I may say I got
rather to like it—and I never by any chance reminded her of her
promised flitting, or took any notice of the warning when she gave it
to me. She was a very quarrelsome old creature, and had some very
bitter enemies. First and above all she detested the head bearer.
She hated him with a deep and deadly hatred, and if she could do
him a bad turn she would do it, even though it caused her much
fatigue, bodily and mental, to accomplish it. Next to the bearer she
disliked the wife of one of the Chupprassies. This female was a
powerfully-built Naga woman, with a very good opinion of herself;
and she returned the ayah’s dislike most fully. They were always at
war, and on one occasion they had a stand-up fight. We had gone
out into camp, and as Moonia (the ayah) had not been well, I left her
at home instead of taking her with me, as I generally did. Two days
after we had started, a report reached us that she had had a terrible
fight with the Chupprassie’s wife, and the latter had injured her very
seriously. We heard nothing more about it at that time, so I imagined
that the ayah’s wounds were healing, and that I should not be
informed as to details at all. Not so, however. We returned to the
Residency a fortnight later, and I sent for my abigail as usual,
receiving in return a message saying that she could not come, as
she was still dangerously ill. Having, however, insisted on her
appearing, she came—very slowly, and with her head so enveloped
in coverings that I could not see even the tip of her nose. Groans
issued forth at intervals, and she subsided on to the floor directly she
entered the room. After a little parleying, I persuaded her to undo her
various blankets, and show me the extent of her injuries. They were
not serious, and the only real wound was one on the top of her head,
which certainly was rather a deep cut. However, I soon impressed
upon her that I did not think she was as near death’s door as she
evidently imagined, and let her return to her own apartments, vowing
vengeance on her adversary.
Moonia presented a petition soon afterwards, and my husband
had to try the case, which he proceeded to do in the veranda of the
Residency. The evidence was very conflicting. All the complainant’s
witnesses bore testimony against her, and vice-versâ; and the
language of the principal parties concerned was very voluble and
abusive. The ayah made a great sensation, however, by producing
the log of wood she had been beaten with, covered with hair and
blood, and the clothes she had worn at the time, in a similar gory
condition. The hair in the stick was very cleverly arranged. Where it
had originally come from was not easy to define; but it was stuck in
bunches the whole length of the stick, and must have been a work of
time and ingenuity. However, there were many exclamations of
commiseration for the complainant, and eventually the defendant
was fined one rupee, and bound over to keep the peace.
Then ensued a funny scene. The ayah argued that the fine
imposed was not heavy enough, and the adversary threatened her
with more violence as soon as she should leave the presence of the
Sahib; and they swore gaily at each other, as only two native women
know how to swear, and had to be conveyed from the court in
different directions by a small guard of the 43rd Ghoorkas, who were
mightily amused at the whole business. I thought at the time that
should the Chupprassie’s wife ever get an opportunity of wreaking
vengeance on the ayah, she was just the sort of woman to make that
revenge a deep one; and I pitied the ayah if she ever fell into her
hands. The day did come before very long; but of that I shall speak
later on.
Our Chupprassies were very useful, but very lazy, and puffed up
with pride in their own loveliness. Their red coats with the ‘V.R.’
buttons, covered with gold braid, lent them much dignity; and there
were many little offices which they absolutely refused to perform
because they wore the Queen’s livery, and considered themselves
too important. For instance, I requested four of them once to go into
the garden and catch grasshoppers out of the long grass with which
to feed a cage full of little birds. One of the four alone condescended
to go; the rest solemnly refused, saying that they could not demean
themselves by such a performance, and that I must get the Naga
boys out of the village to do it for them. And I had to give in to them
ignominiously.
These ten Chupprassies were all supposed to be interpreters of
some kind or another; but for the most part they could speak no
other dialect but their own, whatever that happened to be, and had
no idea of translating it into any other tongue.
Altogether, they were decidedly more ornamental than useful. Two
of them rode extremely well, and they acted as my jockeys in some
pony-races which the Senaputti got up one Christmas Day, amongst
other sports, for the amusement of our Sepoys and his own.
The Senaputti had got the idea of this Gymkhana from having
seen the 44th Ghoorka sports on one occasion at Langthabal, when
that regiment was stationed there, and besides the ordinary races
and competitions the Manipuris had some which I have never seen
anywhere else. One feat they performed was to lay a man on the top
of six bayonets. The bayonets were fixed to the rifles, and the latter
were then driven into the ground like stakes with the points upwards.
A man then lay down flat on the ground and made himself as stiff as
possible, when he was lifted up by four other men, and laid along the
tops of the bayonets. Had he moved they must have gone into him,
and we never knew how the performance was managed, or whether
they fixed anything on the points of the bayonets to prevent their
piercing his flesh; but it did not look a nice trick at all, and one always
dreaded an accident. There was wrestling, too, in which the princes
took part, and foot races, and the Senaputti gave the prizes, mostly
in money. And to wind up there was a play. The Maharajah had three
jesters, exactly like the old English fashion of having court-jesters to
amuse royalty.
The Manipuri specimens were very funny indeed. Their heads
were shaved like the back of a poodle, with little tufts of hair left here
and there; and their faces were painted with streaks of different-
coloured paints, and their eyebrows whitened. They wore very few
clothes, but what they had were striped red and green and a variety
of shades. They walked up to the tent where we were sitting to watch
the sports, all leaning against each other, and carrying on a lively
conversation in Manipuri, which seemed to amuse the spectators
very much. On reaching the door of the tent they all fell down at our
feet, making terrible grimaces by way of greeting, and then they
picked each other up and retired a few yards off and commenced the
performance. One disguised himself as an old woman, and another
as a native doctor, and the third as a sick man, lying on the ground
covered with a white sheet. Someone out of the crowd was
impressed into the play, and he had to call the doctor to the sick
man, who was meanwhile heaving up and down upon the ground in
a very extraordinary manner. The doctor came and poked him about,
making observations in Manipuri, at which everyone roared with
laughter; and then the old woman arrived and dragged the doctor off
home. She was supposed to be his wife, and as soon as she
appeared a scuffle ensued, in which the old woman’s clothes fell off.
We thought best to beat a retreat, as the play was beginning to be
rowdy and the dialogue vulgar; but I believe that it went on for some
hours afterwards, as we heard shouts of laughter proceeding from
the direction of the polo-ground, where the sports were held, late at
night; and the princes told us the next day that it had been a very
good play, and the only pity was that we had witnessed so little of it.
CHAPTER X.
Bad relations between the Pucca Senna and the Senaputti—Rival lovers—
Quarrels in the Royal Family—Prince Angao Senna—Pigeon contests—The
Manipuris’ fondness for gambling—Departure of the Ghoorkas—Too much
alone.
Early in September, 1890, the storm that had long been gathering
amongst the princes at Manipur came to a head and burst. The
spark that kindled the blaze arose out of a very small matter indeed.
The young prince Zillah Singh had been quarrelling with the Pucca
Senna over everything and anything that could be found to quarrel
about, and at length the Pucca Senna got the Maharajah to forbid
Zillah Singh to sit in the durbar, at the same time depriving him of
some small offices of state which he usually performed.
The young prince lost no time in consulting with his powerful
brother and ally, the Senaputti. The result was that one night, about
midnight, when the Maharajah had retired and the rest of the palace
was wrapped in slumber, the young prince collected a handful of
followers, and with his brother Angao Senna climbed the wall leading
to the Maharajah’s apartments, and began firing off rifles into the
windows. The Maharajah had never had much reputation for
courage, and on this occasion, instead of rousing his men to action
and beating off the intruders, he rushed away for safety out at the
back of the palace, and round to the Residency.
Meanwhile, the first note of alarm was brought to my husband by
the bearer, who woke him up at two in the morning with the report
that a fight was taking place in the palace, which report was fully
confirmed by the whiz of bullets over the house; and in a few
minutes the Maharajah and his three brothers arrived in hot haste
from the palace, trembling for their safety. Some Sepoys came with
them, and a great many followers armed with swords and any sort of
weapon they had managed to snatch up in the general melée.
My husband went out as he was, to receive the Maharajah, and
got him to go into the durbar room and lie down, as he was in such a