Jacques Futrelle Books In Order

Prof. Augustus S. F. X. Van Dusen, PH. D. Books In Order

  1. The Chase Of The Golden Plate (1906)
  2. The Thinking Machine (1907)
  3. The Thinking Machine on the Case (1908)
  4. Best Thinking Machine Detective Stories (1974)
  5. Great Cases of the Thinking Machine (1976)
  6. The Great Thinking Machine (2018)

Novels

  1. The Simple Case Of Susan (1908)
  2. The Diamond Master (1909)
  3. Elusive Isabel (1909)
  4. The High Hand (1911)
  5. My Lady’s Garter (1912)
  6. The Case of the Scientific Murderer (2004)
  7. The Great Auto Mystery (2004)
  8. The Haunted Bell (2004)
  9. Kidnapped Baby Blake Millionaire (2004)
  10. Mystery Of The Fatal Cipher (2004)
  11. Mystery Of The Flaming Phantom (2004)
  12. Mystery Of The Golden Dagger (2004)
  13. Mystery Of The Man Who Was Lost (2004)
  14. Mystery Of The Ralston Bank Burglary (2004)
  15. Mystery Of The Scarlet Thread (2004)
  16. Problem Of Convict No. 97 (2004)
  17. The Problem of Dressing Room A (2004)
  18. The Problem of the Broken Bracelet (2004)
  19. Problem Of The Deserted House (2004)
  20. Problem Of The Green Eyed Monster (2004)
  21. Problem Of The Lost Radium (2004)
  22. Problem Of The Motor Boat (2004)
  23. Problem Of The Opera Box (2004)
  24. Problem Of The Perfect Alibi (2004)
  25. Problem Of The Red Rose (2004)
  26. Problem Of The Superfluous Finger (2004)
  27. The Tragedy of the Life Raft (2004)

Collections

Chapbooks

  1. Five Millions By Wireless (2004)

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Jacques Futrelle Books Overview

The Chase Of The Golden Plate

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The Thinking Machine

Jacques Heath Futrelle 1875 1912 was an American journalist and mystery writer. He is best known for writing short detective stories featuring the ‘Thinking Machine’, Professor Augustus S. F. X. Van Dusen. He worked for the Atlanta Journal, where he began their sports section; the New York Herald; the Boston Post; and the Boston American. In 1905, his Thinking Machine character first appeared in a serialized version of The Problem of Cell 13. In 1895, he married fellow writer Lily May Peel, with whom he had two children. While returning from Europe aboard the RMS Titanic, Futrelle, a first cabin passenger, refused to board a lifeboat insisting his wife board instead. He perished in the Atlantic. His works include: The Chase of the Golden Plate 1906, The Simple Case of Susan 1908, The Thinking Machine on the Case 1908, The Diamond Master 1909, Elusive Isabel 1909, The High Hand 1911, My Lady’s Garter 1912, Blind Man’s Bluff 1914.

The Diamond Master

Jacques Heath Futrelle 1875 1912 was an American journalist and mystery writer. He is best known for writing short detective stories featuring the ‘Thinking Machine’, Professor Augustus S. F. X. Van Dusen. He worked for the Atlanta Journal, where he began their sports section; the New York Herald; the Boston Post; and the Boston American. In 1905, his Thinking Machine character first appeared in a serialized version of The Problem of Cell 13. In 1895, he married fellow writer Lily May Peel, with whom he had two children. While returning from Europe aboard the RMS Titanic, Futrelle, a first cabin passenger, refused to board a lifeboat insisting his wife board instead. He perished in the Atlantic. His works include: The Chase of the Golden Plate 1906, The Simple Case of Susan 1908, The Thinking Machine on the Case 1908, The Diamond Master 1909, Elusive Isabel 1909, The High Hand 1911, My Lady’s Garter 1912, Blind Man’s Bluff 1914.

Elusive Isabel

Jacques Heath Futrelle 1875 1912 was an American journalist and mystery writer. He is best known for writing short detective stories featuring the ‘Thinking Machine’, Professor Augustus S. F. X. Van Dusen. He worked for the Atlanta Journal, where he began their sports section; the New York Herald; the Boston Post; and the Boston American. In 1905, his Thinking Machine character first appeared in a serialized version of The Problem of Cell 13. In 1895, he married fellow writer Lily May Peel, with whom he had two children. While returning from Europe aboard the RMS Titanic, Futrelle, a first cabin passenger, refused to board a lifeboat insisting his wife board instead. He perished in the Atlantic. His works include: The Chase of the Golden Plate 1906, The Simple Case of Susan 1908, The Thinking Machine on the Case 1908, The Diamond Master 1909, Elusive Isabel 1909, The High Hand 1911, My Lady’s Garter 1912, Blind Man’s Bluff 1914.

The High Hand

Publisher: New York : Grosset

My Lady’s Garter

My Ladys Garter THE LAST NOVEL By JACQUES FUTRELLE I WIT H FOUR ILLUSTRATIONS ONCE upon a time, nearly six hundred years ago about the year 1344 to be mere explicit His Gracious Majesty, King Edward 111, guest of honor at the grand annual ball of the Larry L. Plantagenet Association, paused while dancing with the beautiful Countess of Salisbury, and, stoop ing, picked up from the floor a ladys garter It was a ribbon of dark blue, edged with yellow a slender, shapely thing with buckle and pendant cunningly wrought of gold. The countess gasped, blushed, grabbed hysterically at her left knee, then giggled Even beautiful women giggle A smile ran around the ballroom the smile became a titter. Honi soit pui mal y pense His Majesty reproved sharply. Now one may translate that a dozen ways Evil to him who evil thinks, or Shame be upon him who thinks ill of it. Anyway, those gay young blades who had been boning their French with the idea of assisting Ed ward I11 to the throne of France, discovered suddenly that there was nothing amusing in the incident and ribald laughter died on their lips. For, be it understood, in those days it wasnt healthy to laugh unless the king laughed first. Bending gravely, His Majesty placed the garter around his own leg, the left, just below the knee, and the dance went on to the . end. Then My my garter, please stammered the countess in charming confusion. I shall return a pair of them, my dear Countess a pair done in gold, His Majesty told her gallantly. Perchance there may be a jewel or so in the royal strong box with which to adorn them. You will honor me by accepting them. The Countess curtseyed to the floor. So, romantically enough, was born Brit ains highest order of chivalry, the Order of the Garter. Its insignia is a slender ribbon of dark blue, edged with yellow, and overlaid with shields of gold, upon each of which is the motto Honi soit pi mat y enselH Its pendant represents St. George, armored, . MY LADYS GARTER I I on a white horse, poking a large spear down the vermilion throat of a green dragon with a barbed tail. Ten thousand men have died for it. Just what Queen Philippa, Edwards con sort, had to say about it when her husband appeared before her wearing another womans garter, or how the Countess of Salisbury managed for the remainder of the evening, doesnt appear. These, together with other interesting details, are lost in the mists of antiquity. For many years a ladys garter lay among the precious relics tucked away in an obscure corner of the British Museum. It differed from the widely known insignia of the Order of the Garter only in its apparent extreme age, and in the fact that diamonds and rubies were set alternately in the six shields of gold overlaying the ribbon. This was one of the two original garters given to the Coun tess of Salisbury by His Majesty, Edward 111. Something like a year since the garter vanished. Obviously, it had been stolen. PART I1 THE ADVENTURES OF THE HAWK CHAPTER I L OVE is the one immutable quality we poor humans possess. It is unchanging as the whiteness of snow, or the redness of roses, or the blush of the desert dawn. Its object may alter alas, how often it doesbut love itself is an essential. That was as true ten thousand zons ago as it is now, and as it will be ten thousand zons hence. So, perforce, the delver into emotions must be trite in his expositions. Twas only a whim of the somber goddess who spins the threads of our lives that saved from triteness the affair I am about to recount…

The Case of the Scientific Murderer

Detective Mallory was an able man, the ablest, perhaps, in the bureau of criminal investigation, but a yellow primrose by the river’s brim was to him a yellow primrose, nothing more. He lacked imagination, a common fault of that type of sleuth who combines, more or less happily, a number eleven shoe and a number six hat. The only vital thing he had to go on was the fact that Miss Danbury was dead murdered, in some mysterious, uncanny way. Vampires were something like that, weren’t they? He shuddered a little.

The Great Auto Mystery

Curtis turned into Winter Street and strolled along through the crowd of women. Half way down Winter Street Hatch followed, and then for a moment he lost sight of him. He had gone into a store, he imagined. As he stood at a door waiting, Curtis came out, rushed through the crowd of women, slinging his arms like a madman, with frenzy in his face. He ran twenty steps, then stumbled and fell.

The Haunted Bell

And again, as it hung motionless, the bell sounded. The tone rolled out melodiously, clearly Once! Twice! Thrice! Those who gazed at the miracle lowered their eyes lest they be stricken blind. And the bell struck on Four! Five! Six! A plaintive, wailing cry was raised; the priests behind the veil of gold were chanting again. Seven! Eight! Nine! The people took up the rolling chant as they groveled, and it swelled until the ancient walls of the temple trembled. Ten! Eleven!

Kidnapped Baby Blake Millionaire

‘Anyway, I got into the apartments and remained there for fifteen or twenty minutes. There was only one room which I didn’t enter, of the four there. In that room, the woman explained, her husband was asleep. He had been out late the night before, she said. Of course I knew that.

Mystery Of The Fatal Cipher

It was under these peculiar circumstances that the scientist came face to face for the first time with John Stockton. Hatch introduced the two men in a most matter of fact tone and restored to Stockton the revolver. This was suggested by a nod of the scientist’s head. Stockton laid the revolver on a table.

Mystery Of The Flaming Phantom

O’Heagan told it. He, too, had sought to get hold of the flaming figure. As he ran for it, it disappeared, was obliterated, wiped out, gone, and he found himself groping in the darkness of the room beyond, the library. Like Hatch, he took the nearest way out, which happened to be through a window already smashed.

Mystery Of The Golden Dagger

It was 10 o’clock next day when Hutchinson Hatch and The Thinking Machine called on Dr. Loyd. The medical examiner willingly displayed the golden dagger, and in technical terms explained just what had caused the girl’s death. Minus the medical phraseology his opinion was that the wound in the breast had been the first inflicted and that the dagger point had punctured the heart. One of the wounds in the back had also reached the same vital spot; the other wound was superficial.

Mystery Of The Man Who Was Lost

‘Now it seems to be,’ said The Thinking Machine, and he emphasized the ‘seems,’ ‘it seems to be a case of aphasia. You know, of course, what that is. The man simply doesn’t know himself. I examined him closely. I went over his head for a sign of a possible depression, or abnormality. It didn’t appear. I examined his muscles. He has biceps of great power, is evidently now or has been athletic. His hands are white, well cared for and have no marks on them. They are not the hands of a man who has ever done physical work. The money in his pocket tends to confirm the fact that he is not of that sphere.

Mystery Of The Ralston Bank Burglary

That means speculation,’ said The Thinking Machine. ‘You can’t save a fortune from a salary, even fifteen thousand dollars a year. Now, Mr. Hatch, find out for me all about his business connections. His source of income particularly I would like to know. Also whether or not he has recently sought to borrow or has received a large sum of money; if he got it and what he did with it. He says he has not sought such a sum. Perhaps he told the truth.

Mystery Of The Scarlet Thread

Cabell is pretty well to do,’ his informant went on, ‘not rich as we count riches in the North, but pretty well to do, and I believe he came to Boston because Miss Lipscomb spent so much of her time here. She is a beautiful young woman of twenty two and extremely popular in the social world everywhere, particularly in Boston. Then there was the additional fact that Henley was here.

Problem Of Convict No. 97

The warden came to his feet suddenly. There was something in the tone which startled him; but the momentary shock was followed instantly by a little nervous laugh. No man knew better than he that Convict 97 was still there, yet to please this whimsical visitor he lighted his dark lantern and went out. He was gone only a couple of minutes, and when he returned there was a queer expression on his face almost an awed expression.

The Problem of Dressing Room A

There was a quick gasp of astonishment. It took the practised eyes of the masters several minutes to verify the announcement. But the Russian champion saw, and leaned back in his chair a little white and dazed. He was not astonished; he was helplessly floundering in a maze of incomprehensible things. Suddenly he arose and grasped the slender hand of his conqueror.

The Problem of the Broken Bracelet

There was a little pause, and Martha ushered a young woman into the room. She was girlish, slender, daintily yet immaculately attired, with deep brown eyes, firmly molded chin and mouth, and wavy hair. Hatch’s expression of curiosity gave way to one of frank admiration as he regarded her. There was only the most impersonal sort of interest in the watery blue eyes of The Thinking Machine. She stood for a moment with gaze alternating between the distinguished man of science and the reporter.

Problem Of The Deserted House

Without an instant’s hesitation he ran down the steps to the baseme*nt entrance in an areaway. There was no bell there, and he tried the knob tentatively. It turned, and he stepped into a damp, smelly hallway, unrelieved by one glint of light. He closed the door noiselessly behind him, and stood for a little while listening. Then he did peculiar thing. He produced a small electric pocket lamp, and holding it as far to the left as he could reach, with the lens pointing ahead of him, pressed the button. A single white ray cleft the darkness, revealing a bare, littered floor, moldy walls, a couple of doors, and stairs leading up.

Problem Of The Green Eyed Monster

Mr. van Safford didn’t answer her; rudely enough he hung up the telephone and left the club with a face like marble. When finally he stopped walking he was opposite his own house. For a minute he stood looking at it much as if he had never seen it before, then he turned and went back to the club. There was something of fright, of horror even, in his white face when he entered.

Problem Of The Lost Radium

Again there was a long pause. Ahead of him, with this hitherto unheard of quantity of radium available, Professor Dexter saw rosy possibilities in his chosen work. The thought gripped him more firmly as he considered it. He could see little chance of a purchase but the use of the substance during his experiments! That might be arranged.

Problem Of The Motor Boat

Langham Dudley is a ship owner, fifty one years old,’ the reporter read from notes he had taken. ‘He was once a sailor before the mast and later became a ship owner in a small way. He was successful in his small undertakings and for fifteen years has been a millionaire. He has a certain social position, partly through his wife whom he married a year and a half ago. She was Edith Marston Belding, a daughter of the famous Belding family. He has an estate on the North Shore.

Problem Of The Opera Box

First the police acted on the general ground of exclusive opportunity,’ the reporter explained. ‘Then Knight was arrested. The stiletto used was not an ordinary one. It had a blade of about seven inches and was very slender, but instead of a guard on it there was only a gold band. The handle is a straight, highly polished piece of wood. Around it, below the gold band where the guard should have been, there were threads as if it had been screwed into something.

Problem Of The Perfect Alibi

Next morning at eight o’clock, Paul Randolph De Forrest, a young man of some social prominence, was found murdered in the sitting room of his suite in the big Avon apartment house. He had been dead for several hours. He sat beside his desk, and death left him sprawled upon it face downward. The weapon was one of several curious daggers which had been used ornamentally on the walls of his apartments. The blade missed the heart only a quarter of an inch or so; death must have come within a couple of minutes.

Problem Of The Red Rose

Precisely,’ was the reply. ‘Unless we allow for coincidence, and that has never been reduced to a scientific law, we must say that both the woman and the dog died of the same cause. When we know that, we prove that the thorn prick had nothing to do with the woman’s death. Two and two make four, Mr. Hatch, not sometimes but all the time. And so what have we left?

Problem Of The Superfluous Finger

‘Amputated?’ gasped Dr. Prescott. He stared into the pretty face of his caller. It was flushed softly, and the red lips were parted in a slight smile. It seemed quite an ordinary affair to her. The surgeon bent over the hand with quick interest. ‘Amputated!’ he repeated.

The Tragedy of the Life Raft

The slender thread which held sordid soul to withered body was severed that night by a well aimed bullet. Promptly at eight o’clock Walpole had arrived, and gone straight to the room where Peter Ordway sat propped up on a sofa. Nearly an hour later the old millionaire’s one servant, Mrs. Robinson, answered the doorbell, admitting Mr. Franklin Pingree, a well known financier. He had barely stepped into the hallway when there came a reverberating crash as of a revolver shot from the room where Peter Ordway and his secretary were.

Five Millions By Wireless

‘There isn’t much to tell.’ There was bewilderment, deep concern, grief even, in the bronzed face. ‘The officer’s bed had been occupied, but there was no sign of a struggle. It was as if he had arisen, dressed, and gone out. There was no note, no shred or fragment of a clew nothing. No one saw him from the moment he entered his stateroom and closed his door not even the guard. There were half a dozen sentries, watchmen, on deck; neither saw nor heard anything out of the ordinary. He isn’t aboard ship; we have searched from keel to signal yard; and he didn’t go overside in a ship’s boat; they are all accounted for.

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