Lawrence Block - Ellery Queen’s Mystery Magazine. Vol. 129, No. 6. Whole No. 790, June 2007

*** Deborah Donnelly: Bride and Doom, Dell, $6.99. Wedding planner Carnegie Kincaid’s latest murder-interrupted assignment involves the nuptials of a baseball slugger for the fictitious Seattle Navigators and a Goth rocker known professionally as Honeysuckle Hell. She also has her own coming marriage to worry about in a strong entry from a consistently good seriocomic series. Many will spot the murderer, either through veteran whodunit reader’s instincts or some commendably fair clues.

*** Robert B. Parker: Edenville Owls, Sleuth Philomel, $17.99. In 1946 Massachusetts, eighth-grader Bobby Murphy prepares his coachless basketball team for a state tournament and tries to save his admired teacher from a mysterious threat. The author’s first young-adult novel, aimed at readers 12 and up, is a juvenile equivalent of a Spenser caper, including noble hero in embryo, simple straight-ahead plot, and wise and supportive adolescent Susan Silverman figure, clearly a tribute to Parker’s wife of fifty years. Some elements might appeal more to adults than to the target audience, who could use more context for pop-culture references familiar and nostalgic to Parker’s contemporaries.

** Ruth Dudley Edwards: Murdering Americans, Poisoned Pen, $24.95. Offering more right-wing cultural satire than mystery, Edwards has taken every embarrassing anecdote about the failures and excesses of American universities (political correctness, lowered standards, culturally illiterate students, grade inflation, liberal bias) and visited them on a single fictitious Indiana campus, where colorful series sleuth Baroness Troutbeck serves as Visiting Professor. Even those who don’t share the political perspective may find at least some bits funny. The British author’s take on American lingo isn’t bad, but she has, like, no idea where the likes are properly placed in youth speech.

Two new anthologies will be of special interest to EQMM readers. Passport to Crime (Carroll & Graf, $16.95), edited by Janet Hutchings, gathers 26 stories from the magazine’s regular feature of mysteries in translation, neatly bookended by Fred Kassak’s droll contemporary variation on an Edgar Allan Poe classic, “Who’s Afraid of Ed Garpo?”, and Norizuki Rintaro’s cleverly plotted Ellery Queen homage, “An Urban Legend Puzzle.” While some of the writers have books available in English — e.g., Boris Akunin, Baantjer, Paul Halter — others, for all their award-winning accomplishments, still have not appeared in translation outside of “Passport to Crime,” an addition to this magazine that surely would have Fred Dannay and Anthony Boucher smiling.

The latest collection from prolific editor Mike Ashley, The Mammoth Book of Perfect Crimes and Impossible Mysteries (Carroll & Graf, $14.95), has among its 29 entries six stories from EQMM (two by Edward D. Hoch), five from AHMM, and eight originals, including an entertaining (if not quite completely solved) Bat Masterson story — “The Hook” by Robert Randisi — and an excellent World War II-era locked-room mystery set on an Army base — “The Benning School for Boys” by Richard A. Lupoff. While Ashley has deliberately avoided much-reprinted icons of the miracle problem like Carr, Futrelle, Rawson, and Chesterton, he has included relatively unfamiliar tales by such present-day specialists as Bill Pronzini and Peter Tremayne, plus past masters like Joseph Commings, Vincent Cornier, Arthur Porges, C. Daly King, and Peter Godfrey.

© 2007 by Edward D. Hoch

Here’s an Ed Hoch character who hasn’t been seen for a while: Leopold — retired police captain of a city modeled on his author’s native Rochester, New York. It was a Leopold story that won the Edgar Allan Poe Award for Best Short Story in 1968. After more than forty years in print, the character is as appealing as ever with his unflappable demeanor in the face of any danger.

“I’m a bit old to be going undercover,” Leopold told Captain Fletcher on an April afternoon when the city was finally beginning to waken to the promise of spring and the coming of Easter.

“That’s the reason you’d be perfect for it,” Fletcher told him, seated behind his new desk in a redesigned squad room that was a far cry from the workplace Leopold remembered. The entire headquarters building had been remodeled to make room for the vastly improved forensics lab, and even after several visits it still seemed foreign to Leopold.

“That and the fact that you couldn’t send anyone from the department because it’s outside your jurisdiction.”

Fletcher smiled slightly, and for a moment he seemed like his old self, when he’d worked under Leopold as part of the team. “We want this man,” he said. “Rosco Wein is behind much of the drug trade on the St. Lawrence Reservation.”

“Which is way, way out of your jurisdiction.”

“I’m not asking you to investigate him or arrest him. I’m just asking you to somehow lure him to the American side with drugs in his possession.” He opened the file on his desk and passed two photos to Leopold. One was an obvious mug shot of a middle-aged man with a small tattoo or birthmark on his left cheek. He wore thick glasses and had shaggy black hair. The other photo, which seemed more recent, showed him laughing out of the side of his mouth, perhaps a little drunk. The picture seemed to have been cropped and enlarged from a group photo at a party of some sort.

“Is he Native American?” Leopold asked.

“He claims to be part Seneca, but we suspect it’s a ruse so he’ll be accepted on the St. Lawrence Reservation. As you know, the place straddles the line between Ontario Province and New York State. It’s virtually impossible to stop the traffic in drugs and handguns between the countries. Rosco Wein brings cocaine and handguns into Canada and in return gets high-grade pot and Ecstasy that’s distributed throughout New York and New England. A good portion of it comes right here to our city.”

“Can’t the customs agents set up roadblocks?”

“There’s a quite profitable casino on the reservation that brings heavy traffic, especially on holidays and weekends. It’s been a bit slow during the winter because the weather can be fierce up there. But now the traffic is increasing again and Wein has been active. The state police and reservation police are ready to make an arrest if he comes across to the American side with drugs in his possession. That’s where you come in.”

Leopold smiled at the thought of it. “I’m a bit old to be a pot customer.”

“On the contrary. Older people with cancer or some other debilitating illness often turn to marijuana for relief. In California it’s even legal with a doctor’s prescription. Besides, I can’t send one of my people up there. As you said, it’s way out of my jurisdiction. And you’d have the additional advantage of using your own name if Wein wants to see identification.”

Leopold picked up the photographs again. “Rosco Wein.” He thought about it and finally agreed. “I’ll take a ride up to their casino. I can’t promise any more than that.”

Molly wasn’t pleased by the idea of Leopold making the four-hour drive to the casino by himself, even as a favor to Fletcher, but she was tied up with a trial and unable to accompany him. He started out early on the day after Easter, sticking with 87 North most of the way, past Albany and Saratoga and the eastern fringe of the Adirondacks. He could have taken it all the way to Montreal, but he left the highway near the Canadian border, heading west a bit to the St. Lawrence Indian Nation and its casino.

While the reservation itself extended into Canada, the casino was very much in New York State, not far from the highway. It was big and gaudy, similar to ones he’d visited in Connecticut and western New York. The slot machines, in all denominations, accepted only paper money, not coins, returning your balance or your winnings on a printed receipt if you chose to stop playing or move to a different machine. Leopold wasn’t one to gamble much, and he moved on to the blackjack tables, where he quickly lost twenty dollars. He went up to one of the security guards and asked, “Is Rosco around today?”