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The Dime Museum Murders (Harry Houdini Mystery Series #1)
     

The Dime Museum Murders (Harry Houdini Mystery Series #1)

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by Daniel Stashower
 
In 1897, New York City teems with hustlers and freshly made millionaires, fine artists and con artists, criminals and immigrants. Among them is a rabbi's son who calls himself Houdini. He is struggling to make it in the brutal entertainment business when detectives call on him to attempt the most amazing feat of his fledgling career: solve the mystery of a toy

Overview

In 1897, New York City teems with hustlers and freshly made millionaires, fine artists and con artists, criminals and immigrants. Among them is a rabbi's son who calls himself Houdini. He is struggling to make it in the brutal entertainment business when detectives call on him to attempt the most amazing feat of his fledgling career: solve the mystery of a toy tycoon murdered in his posh Fifth Avenue mansion.

It's a challenge which Harry—never at a loss for self-confidence—is more than willing to accept. But soon two more murders are linked to the first, and the investigation leads into the strange world of rare curios and the collectors who pay fortunes to own them. Now, the master magician, with the reluctant help of his brother, Dash Hardeen, must uncover a motive for murder adn track a killer to his hidden lair—an appointment with danger from which not even the great Houdini can escape. In 1897, New York City teems with hustlers and freshly made millionaires, fine artists and con artists, criminals and immigrants. Among them is a rabbi's son who calls himself Houdini. He is struggling to make it in the brutal entertainment business when detectives call on him to attempt the most amazing feat of his fledgling career: solve the mystery of a toy tycoon murdered in his posh Fifth Avenue mansion.

Author Biography: Daniel Stashower is an award-winning mystery novelist and a recipient of the Raymond Chandler Fulbright Fellowship in Detective and Crime Fiction Writing. He is also the author of Teller of Tales, a new biography of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. He lives in Bethesda, Maryland.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780380800568
Publisher:
HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date:
12/28/1999
Series:
Harry Houdini Mystery Series , #1
Pages:
256
Product dimensions:
4.33(w) x 6.92(h) x 0.81(d)

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The Bally

Could it really be that time of the year again? Another Halloween, already? It must be, the old man told himself. There were reporters in the downstairs parlour, and that only happened at Halloween.

How long had it been now? Twenty-seven years? Twenty-eight? Yes, twenty-eight. It hardly seemed possible. Harry had been dead for nearly three decades.

Even now, the old man was particular in matters of dress. He had spent fifty-three minutes polishing his black Riderstone wing-tips that morning, applying a second coat of EverBlack with an oilsoaked chamois, and buffing the stitch-work with his late wife's eyebrow pencil. His best suit, the double-breasted tick-weave, got a vigorous brushing, and his black onyx shirt studs received a last-minute spit-shine. A brisk dousing with Jenkinson's Lime Pomade completed his toilette. On his way downstairs, he paused at the mirror. Not bad for a man of eighty-four. In the old days, they called him "Dash"

Seated in the parlor, he waited quietly for the interview to begin. The photographer, a man named Parker, fussed and clucked over his light meter while the reporter glanced at his notes. Matthews, he said his name was. Call me Jack.

Very little changed about this ritual from year to year. The cameras seemed to get smaller, and the reporters younger, but each interview crept along in the same weary way. One year, there had been a man with a moving picture camera, crouching beneath a black cloth while his hand turned a crank. Another year there had been a recording device with two large spools of silver wire. Matthews, a plump-faced youth with thinning ginger hair, seemed content with thetraditional pad of paper and a well-chewed pencil.

Always the same questions, though. Tell us what you remember about your brother, Mr. Hardeen. If your brother were alive today, Mr. Hardeen, what sorts of escapes do you suppose he would be performing? Can you tell us how he made that elephant vanish, Mr. Hardeen?

And every year, come what may, the big wrap-up question: Do you suppose , Mr. Hardeen, that your brother will ever make good on his promise to send a message from the spirit world?

He had not yet made up his mind how to play the interview this year. For a few moments he considered reprising his Wily Codger routine from the year before. This entailed a great deal of thighslapping and many repetitions of the phrase "I kid you not, Sonny Boy..." It played well and traveled wide, bringing a harvest of clips from all over the map — Louisville's Courier-Journal, Toledo's Evening Bee. He couldn't remember them all, but they were in the press book.

Or perhaps he would give them the Wistful Trouper. This involved lengthy patches of misty-eyed reminiscence about gaslit stages. Bertrand's Alum Face Paint and the great days of the sideshows and Dime Museums. He had a heartwarming anecdote about Emma Shaller, the Ossified Girl, that could always be counted on for three or four column inches.

Parker, the photographer, was now frowning over a troublesome shadow. The old man folded his legs and ran his hand across his shirt front. checking the red silk handkerchief in his breast pocket. There had been a time, the winter season of 1931 - '32, when his snow travelled with six hundred and twelve props. Today, he needed only one. Tell me, Mr. Hardeen, the reporter would ask, were you and your brother close at the time of his death? At this, the old man would sit back in his chair as if surprised by the question, and impressed by the reporter's insight. Clearing his throat, he would begin to answer but then stop himself, as though seized by a sudden rush of feeling. He would smile faintly and shake his head at this — such emotion! After so many years! — and clutch at his handkerchief to dab his moistening eyes.

And here was the beauty of thing. As he plucked the red silk from his pocket, a small metallic object would fall heavily to the floor, perhaps rolling to the reporter's feet. I'm sorry, at my age it's difficult to bend — would you...? The reporter would pick it up. A heavy gold medallion with a strange insignia. Did this belong to your brother, Mr. Hardeen? And the Great Hardeen would fold his hands and allow a wry smile to play across his lips. In a sense, young man.

You see, it's a memento from the very first time that Harry Houdini ever died.

I'm sorry? Well, Mr. Matthews, It's a long story, and I know that you and young Parker want to get back to the city. Maybe some other —?

No? You want to hear it? Well, let's see how much of it I remember. I've never told this story before. In fact, they made us swear an oath on the Wintour family Bible, which was a bit of a laugh, if you must know. The Brothers Houdini, sons of Rabbi Mayer Samuel Weiss, taking a solemn vow on a Bible. But we gave our word and I've held to it. I know Harry did, too. Never even told Bess, so far as I know. Still, there's been a lot of water under the Williamsburg Bridge since then. I read the other day — in the Herald, you'll be gratified to hear — that Lady Wycliffe has finally passed. The last great society hostess. Folded her last napkin, you might say. I've kept my mouth shut all these years out of respect of her. She was a fine woman, and she deserved better than that goggle-eyed bastard she -

But I suppose I'm getting ahead of myself. Would you mind drawing those blinds just a bit? My cataracts. The light, it troubles me a bit.

Thank you. Now, gentlemen, you're certain that you'd like to hear about this? You don't—? very well.

It must have been September, or perhaps October, of 1897. I turned 21 that year. Harry would have been 23. My brother was going through a rough time. He'd worked like a dog, but try as he might, he couldn't quite break out of the small time. He was strictly a novelty act— traveling circuses, the midway, that sort of thing. He and I had done an act together from the time we were kids, but that changed when he married Bess. From that point on, she did the act with him and I did the booking and advance work. Truth be told, the duties were pretty light. There wasn't a tremendous demand for appearances by the Great Houdini at that stage, but I was always on hand, behind the scenes. Nowadays you would call me a theatrical agent and pay me a fat commission. Back then, we literally worked for food.

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Dime Museum Murders 5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 2 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Kudos for Mr.Stashower with regards to his Houdini series. I learned of his fiction from his biography of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle-which by the way is an excellent biography-and decided to order 'The Dime Museum Murders'.I was not disappointed.In my opinion Mr.Stashower is quite under-rated.His puzzle is a classic whodunit and is tricky enough for fans of the locked room mystery.I was taken for a ride through 19th century New York by the Brothers Houdini and enjoyed the sights along the way so much so i wished i was with them and sharing their banter.Harry Houdini as detective is a quite an idea and through his brohter Theo we are given an insider's view of who the man Houdini was even if it is fictionalized.Like the legend Mr.Stashower's Houdini is a self-confident man who in the storyline must always come out victorious although his brother Theo had his moments and was not relegated to play foil to Harry which worked for the best in that their interplay made for good dialogue. All in all a good mystery.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is an excellent book that keeps you on your toes.It is about a wealthy man's murder and Harry Houdini's pursuit to find the murderer and bring him to justice. The plot is well written and this book is definitely a must read!!!