The Man Who Killed Fortescue

 The Man Who Killed Fortescue (1928) by Dorothy Stockbridge Tillett [originally under the name John Stephen Strange]

Synopsis from the back of the book: Charles Anstruther, a popular mystery story writer had long been interested in the unsolved murder of the millionaire John Fortescue. He had spent much time and effort sifting all the available evidence and tracking down various clues. And he was near a solution to the case.

One warm summer night Anstruther left his uptown club and took the Fifth Avenue bus home. Double-decker buses were quite common in New York in the 1920s and Anstruther chose to sit well up forward on the upper deck. At the end of the run, at Washington Square, the conductor mounted the stairs for a last survey of the upper seats. Anstruther's crouched figure made no answer to the conductor's polite "End of the run, sir" because sometime during the course of the bus's run his throat had been neatly cut.

It was now up to Van Dusen Ormsberry, a great but very human detective to take charge of this baggling case and determine if the man who killed Fortescue was indeed responsible for Anstruther's death....

Ormsberry suspects this to be very much the case. And he's determined to find out--especially since the Fortescue case was one of his failures. Fortescue's stepdaughter Joan Archer had been accused and tried for the crime, but it wasn't Ormsberry's brilliant detective work that kept her from being found guilty. The jury managed that on their own. But the "not guilty" verdict hasn't saved the young woman's reputation and polite society feels very strongly that there isn't smoke without fire. If only Ormsberry had been able to discover the true villain, then Joan's reputation would have been saved and she might be married to the young man who still loves her. Instead, she has removed herself from society and broken her engagement to Brian Channing.

And...in an awful twist, the police now believe that Brian Channing may have killed both Fortescue (with or without Joan's help) and now Anstruther. Ormsberry is certain that there is something deeper than a lover's wish to free up Joan's inheritance. He follows several clues and finally comes to the conclusion that if he can just discover who the man was whom Anstruther was talking to in the club prior to his fateful bus trip that all will become clear. But how can he identify a man who nobody else saw?

This has a brilliant beginning--with the discovery of the body on the bus and a nice scene where certain witnesses see things that could be interpreted in a variety of ways. If the entire plot had remained as interesting, I would have given this a solid four stars OR if Ormsberry's sidekick "the Admiral" (a young boy who idolizes the amateur detective) had been onstage for more of the proceedings. He does a great deal of good detective work offstage and we just get told about it. It would have been much more enjoyable to join the Admiral in his exploits. ★★★ and 1/2

First line: Despite the oppressive sultriness of the night, the bus that rattled down through the curtained Thirties about half-past nine was almost empty.

Joan cast at him a blighting look expressive of woman's innate conviction at the ineradicable stupidity of man. (p. 275)

Last line: "You bet, sir!" cried the Admiral heartily, as man to man, and on these terms they parted for the night.

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Deaths = 3 (two stabbed; one shot)