The News

Web Site Showcases
American Detective Fiction

Posting all Detective Fiction
Prior to Conan Doyle

Fully Searchable

It is the mission of the Westminster Detective Library to catalog and make available online all the short fiction dealing with detectives and detection published in the United States before Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s “A Scandal in Bohemia” (1891).

We have posted our working bibliography and will add full-text copy of its entries as we prepare them.We have also included important British publications, which are indicated with an asterisk in the bibliography. We welcome comments and solicit both additional bibliographical entries and texts.

Editors:
LeRoy Lad Panek
Mary M. Bendel-Simso

Select Story

A Considerate Detective

It was on one of the Long Island Sound steamers. A dignified old gentleman sat smoking his cigar, when he was accosted by a tall, sharp looking, keen-eyed stranger.

“Good evening, sir, going far?”

“Yes, I’m on my way to Europe. Going down to New York to take the steamer.”

“I thought so. You’re the president of the 140^th National bank of Hightown, who killed his wife and children and robbed the bank of $100,000, aren’t you?”

“The same. What may I call you?”

“I’m Detective Hawkshaw, No. 2, of Rhode Island. I was looking after you.”

“Yes, I rather expected you. Well, I am ready to go back. My capture will be quite a feather in your cap, won’t it?”

“Please don’t insult me; I shan’t arrest you.”

“Why not?”

“You forget I am from Rhode Island.”

Miscellany

The Detective of the Present -- Finn and Jourdan

Time was when a detective was a man who detected things. A detective is still that in some European countries; and he still detects things—in novels. There's Buckett in “Bleak House” who detects Lady Dedlook, and there's that detective in Collin’s story of the “Moon Stone,” quite a detector. New York used to have Old Hayes, who could detect a thing or two; Paris has had Vidocq, and Bow street has had Forster.* But the race has died out entirely in America, and is dying out in England.

Commissioner Jourdan, of Brooklyn, has been making an effort to raise up a detective or two and has actually produced Corr and Bill. Corr and Bill were raised to the Vidocquian task of tracing a mystic murder. Finnan is a hatter; and Finnan has been in States Prison. That ought to be enough for any detective such as Corr to concluded that Finnan did the deed. Edgar A. Poe could not reason out a conclusion clearer than that. So Corr went to where Finnan was making hats.

Is Finnan here? Yes—want to see him?