Something That Begins With “T” (Kay Cleaver Strahan, 1918)

Phyllis’s fiance dies, but that’s all right, she didn’t really like him. She buys a baby from a band of gypsies that she names Patrick and takes him into the Oregon hills to raise. A pair of campers arrive one day nine years later. Tony, the younger one, is an alcoholic and Matthew, the older one, has taken him away from the city to dry out. Tony is convinced Pat is his own long-lost son. Matthew is hopeful, but after investigating things, it’s proven that he’s not. Tony wants to marry Phyllis but she won’t have him. She marries Matthew instead.

Inscriptions: Signed Jenny Harper on the title page.

Death Traps (Kay Cleaver Strahan, 1930)

The Veernegs are found dead in their beds, looking peaceful, with the doors locked and the window screens latched closed.

Shockingly easy for a Strahan mystery novel, and you can’t say it’s because it’s an early work — she wrote Desert Moon, one of my absolute favorite murder mysteries, three years previously. No obvious trauma? Poison. Screens latched but the windows open? Gaseous poison, one that won’t cause any struggle. A car was seen pulling up to their window running with the lights off? Yep, carbon monoxide from car exhaust’ll do it. A guy’s got a weird metal panel with a tube stuck through it. Gee, I wonder what that’s for.

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October House (Kay Cleaver Strahan, 1931)

Katherine Peters, a palm and tarot reader, is hired by “Toy” O’Shay to live with her at October House. The reasons for this are ambiguous but it’s a hundred dollars and month and Peters is flat broke. She and her daughter Fanchon take up residence at October House along with Toy, “Cyn” Zann, her brother Durke, daughter Barbara, and Alyse Molehard. Why they’re there, Peters can’t tell, as they all seem to be wealthy enough to live independently and they obviously all despise one another. October House is an isolated place, hemmed in by mountains and dense forests on the one side, and a turbulent pool of water on the other.

On the night of their big October party, Cyn discovers Alyse stabbed to death. The phone lines are cut and the boat is gone. Among them is Emoreland, who had been posing as a gardener but now claims to be a detective hired by Alyse to protect her life. Didn’t do a good job, there. He tries to take charge and solve the mystery but doesn’t do job there, either: Toy dies, evidently of poison; her guest Imlay Purcell vanishes, as does Barbara’s guest Josephine; and another guest, Lucille Vane, has her jewels stolen. After several days of paranoia, Lynn MacDonald, the celebrated crime analyst previously invited to dine at the house, arrives, and she uncovers the murderer in a matter of hours.

I’d figured out who killed Molehard easily enough. Toy’s alibi falls apart when you realize that it’s wholly unverifiable. We only have her word that the call she took was from Molehard, who had actually been dead for hours at the time, and her playing with the dagger and dismay to find it missing were obviously just calling attention to the murder weapon not being in her possession. Who killed Toy I did not guess — the solution was rather too far-fetched to even consider. The motive, likewise, is very contrived.

I like Srahan a lot, but this is no Desert Moon Mystery or Footprints.

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The Desert Lake Mystery (Kay Cleaver Strahan, 1936)

Adam, tyrannical mayor of Oakman County, Nevada, has just learned that his ex-wife had a daughter after their divorce and has kept it hidden from him. He invites Betty-Jean to his camp on Memaloose Lake along with several other guests, notably his adopted son Kent, who he obviously intends to marry this Betty-Jean to consolidate his multi-million-dollar fortune. Unfortunately, also among the guests are Rosemary and her crippled brother Twill, respectively engaged to Kent and Betty-Jean. Old Judge Shivley, who raised Betty-Jean, is also at the camp with his son, Clyde, who is probably involved in a Hollywood scandal magazine and might dabble in a bit of blackmailing.

It’s blisteringly hot and most spirits are already pushed to the breaking point when a thunderstorm bursts. Almost everyone was in the club house playing bridge — including Betty-Jean, who completely forgot about the complicate dessert she was going to make for dinner — when Rosemary hysterically cries that she’s killed her brother. A search is made, evidence of a shooting is found, but Twill’s body isn’t. At the Shivley cabin, though, Clyde is found shot to death and his father is missing, leaving behind all his clothes.

There are a lot of murder mysteries were you’re faced with the simple problem that dead bodies can’t just up and walk away. They were either hidden by somebody else, weren’t actually killed, or where never even there. There’s a good bit of all three going on here.

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The Meriwether Mystery (Kay Cleaver Strahan, 1932)

Tony is found dead in at the Meriwether boarding house. It looks for all the world like a suicide, except there’s no gun and the phone’s been cut. Vicky, niece of the fabulously wealthy Cadwallader “Candy” Van Garter, is one of the residents. She theoretically runs an antique shop and tea room in town, but the business is really a hobby. She had just that day been stood up for a date with Tony and raged most violently. Personally, Candy fears she killed him and tries to invent some way to take the blame himself. Vicky, meanwhile, is convinced Candy did it.

Of the several other occupants are Helene Bailey, the landlady, and Dot, her ostensibly seventeen year old daughter; Sarah Parnham, a teacher, and her much younger and mildly retarded stepmother, Evadne; Oswald, storekeeper whose real passion is astrology; Paul Keasy, radio host; and the late Tony Charvan, who had a fifteen minute slot on the radio but no other obvious source of income.

Can crime analyst Lynn MacDonald discover the murder?

I rather like most of the Strahan mysteries I’ve read, but this is a lesser entry. You can certainly get ahead of it in places — the chronology of Tony’s night falls apart when you realize his segments are pre-recorded, and that’s hinted at pretty much off the bat — and the going to the movies alibi is a great deal too pat to not be planned — but I don’t think it’s solvable. Frankly, even in-story, it’s a wild guess on MacDonald’s part based on precious little evidence.

Inscriptions: between pages 198 and 199 is clipping from The Evening Bulletin, of Providence, dated May 12, 1954. It’s a recipe for marshmallow fudge.

The Desert Moon Mystery (Kay Cleaver Strahan, 1927)

Twins Gabriella and Daniella Canneziano appear rather inexplicably at the Desert Moon, an isolated ranch in the Nevada highlands. They are the guests of their uncle, the Desert Moon’s owner Sam Stanley, although they’re not really related — they’re the children from the second marriage of Sam’s ex-wife. He hasn’t seen them since they were very young and doesn’t know why they’re here now, except that their mother has been dead for a decade and their father has recently been sent to prison. Sam’s not the type to pry, though. Also at the ranch are Mary, who’s been the cook for 25 years; Chad and Hubert, who are nebulously employed charity cases; and Mrs. Ricker. Mrs. Ricker cares for Martha, who’s severely retarded. Martha and John are Sam’s adopted, adult children.

John and Danny very quickly fall in love and are engaged to be married. Mary is suspicious of the Cannezianos and spies on them, discovering that they are searching the ranch for something, something that will get them revenge on someone. Chad and Hubert both fall for Gaby. Mary overhears Mrs. Ricker threaten to kill both Hubert and Gaby if he doesn’t stop perusing her. Martha, who’s been known to be violent at times, has a crush on Chad and is intensely jealous of Gaby.

Two months into their stay, Gaby is murdered on the attic stairs and Chad shoots himself immediately after she’s discovered. Not long after, Martha dies of an apparent overdose of sleeping pills. Crime analyst Lynn MacDonald is called in to find the murderer.

This is very much in the Rinehart had-I-but-known school of mystery, much more so than the other Strahan books I’ve read. There are two components to the solution, both of which I identified and solved before the reveal, namely who are Martha’s biological parents and which of the Canneziano twins is which. Everything else hinges on that.

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Footprints (Kay Cleaver Strahan, 1928)

The Quilters are a proud family that stretches back to before the Revolution. The present line are prominent ranchers in Oregon that, in the depression of the 1890s, had fallen onto hard times. No expense had been spared on aspiring playwright Chris, the eldest son. After going to the best schools in the East and traveling Europe, all that he’d accomplished was marrying a gold digger much disappointed to find that the mine was tapped out. Chris and Irene returned to Q2 Ranch to find it mortgaged and mortgaged and mortgaged again. Though all the Quilters lived there, from Grandfather to twelve year old Lucy, the ranch strictly speaking belonged to Chris. Irene as soon would have had it sold and let the others shift for themselves.

One night in 1900, Chris’s father was shot to death. It was in the night. All the family had been locked in their rooms. A rope from the bedpost went out the window and to the ground, but an early snow had fallen: the rope was dusted in it and there were no footprints anywhere on the ground around the house. An investigation was made and inquest held, but in the end, no explanation was ever found.

Almost thirty years later, Neal has come to believe that he killed his father, and in the shock of the act, forgot about it. It’s driving him mad. Elder sister Judy and Joe, the long-time family doctor, contact crime analyst Lynn MacDonald to solve the riddle. Of course, the case is long cold, most of the witnesses dead, so much has changed. Judy does, however, have a pack of letters sent to her by Lucy and Neal detailing the events of the house just before and just after the event. From these alone MacDonald must find the trail.

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The Hobgoblin Murder (Kay Cleaver Strahan, 1934)

Almost fifty years ago, a young woman eloped with a man that her father considered to be far below her station. He disowned her, and suspicious of his other daughters’ complicity, put his vast fortune in trust. Not a penny was to be turned over until after the death of his eldest daughter, Prudence — a woman as hardhearted and tyrannical as himself. His three remaining children, now elderly, lead an isolated, joyless life filled with fear and anger.

One night, the granddaughter of the estranged eloper appears at the door seeking shelter.  It comes to be known that she is ill and in danger of losing her sight if she does not get an operation, and has come in search of funding. She brings with her a four-year-old child, whose presence is probably the only reason she was not turned away at once. All the same, it is obvious that she will get no money until after Prudence dies.

Prudence is found dead six weeks later, stabbed in the neck with knitting shears. The house was locked tight. Everyone inside had a motive, but also an alibi. Lynn MacDonald, a Sherlock Holmes-like detective, is called to unravel the mystery.

The twist is something that has to be seen to be believed. Stop reading now if you have any intention of picking up this book.

Fair warning, I’m going to spoil the end…

The four-year-old is actually a fully grown circus midget.