Castle Skull
By John Dickson Carr and Martin Edwards
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Mystery crime fiction written in the Golden Age of Murder
That is the case. Alison has been murdered. His blazing body was seen running about the battlements of Castle Skull.
And so a dark shadow looms over the Rhineland where Inspector Henri Bencolin and his accomplice Jeff Marle have arrived from Paris. Entreated by the Belgian financier DAunay to investigate the gruesome and grimly theatrical death of actor Myron Alison, the pair find themselves at the imposing hilltop fortress Schloss Schädel, in which a small group of suspects are still assembled.
As thunder rolls in the distance, Bencolin and Marle enter a world steeped in macabre legends of murder and magic to catch the killer still walking the maze-like passages and towers of the keep.
This new edition of John Dickson Carrs spirited and deeply atmospheric early novel also features the rare Inspector Bencolin short story 'The Fourth Suspect'.
John Dickson Carr
John Dickson Carr (1906–1977) was one of the most popular authors of Golden Age British-style detective novels. Born in Pennsylvania and the son of a US congressman, Carr graduated from Haverford College in 1929. Soon thereafter, he moved to England where he married an Englishwoman and began his mystery-writing career. In 1948, he returned to the US as an internationally known author. Carr received the Mystery Writers of America’s highest honor, the Grand Master Award, and was one of the few Americans ever admitted into the prestigious, but almost exclusively British, Detection Club.
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5On the whole, I like Carr's early Bencolin series about a French policeman --they have a strong horror-fantasy atmosphere, but the crimes are rationally explained. This one has a wonderfully dramatic setting --a skull-shaped castle --and a vivid crime scene --a burning man plunging from the castle into the river. I must admit the final explanation is far-fetched even for Carr, which is why I rated this 4 rather than 5.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This is a unique mystery story in which a French detective competes with a German police detective to solve a bizarre murder at a menacing castle situated on the Rhine River. The detectives are called upon to solve a puzzling murder in a country house setting consisting of the gothic Skull Castle (also known by its German name, Schloss Schadel) perched above the Rhine and "a great stone house with an enormous veranda" on the opposite riverbank overlooking the castle. The murder happened in the castle and the suspects are staying at the stone house. How the killer got from one to the other is one of the many little mysteries involved in the story.It's a classic Golden Age story, set in the interwar years, and features a cast of oddball characters including the two detectives themselves: Henri Bencolin ("the celebrated juge d'instruction of the Seine") and Herr Baron Sigmund von Arnheim of the Berlin police. The story narrator is Bencolin's assistant, Richard Marle. He's an American who does a good job of playing the dim bulb of the detective array, but is a keen observer and reporter.The gloomy setting looms over the story of the sudden death of one of two friends who inherit the castle from a famous but eccentric magician. This magician disappeared a decade or so ago in mysterious circumstances and was presumed dead. The two beneficiaries of his will are an English actor and a wealth Belgian. The actor is killed in spectacular fashion and the Belgian engages Bencoin to find the murderer. Von Arnheim is assigned to the case to lead the police investigation. Bencoin and von Arnheim joust with each other as they attempt to identify the culprit. Along the way to a surprising conclusion with a shocking twist, they encounter secret tunnels and false walls to challenge their sleuthing. However, the investigation is secondary to the atmospheric setting which dominates and drives the storytelling. It's over-the-top at times but in the final analysis the sheer entertainment is worth the necessary suspension of belief.The Henri Bencolin novella included in the book is a welcome bonus for the reader. Similarly, Martin Edwards's Introduction provides useful background colour about the author, his detective creation and the stories in the book. All in all, it's a neat package of entertainment._____I received a complementary advance reading copy of this book from Poisoned Pen Press, via Netgalley. The comments about it are my own.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5British-crime-classics*****Unusual! An early work of a master of the detective novel set in an eerie German castle and even seems to have macabre ghosts! I was unfamiliar with Henri Bencolin as detective, but you can never go wrong with a twisty work by John Dickson Carr. Just ask my bookshelves!I requested and received a free ebook copy from Poisoned Pen Press via NetGalley. Thank you!
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Castle Skull - John Dickson Carr
Castle Skull © 1931 by the Estate of Clarice M. Carr
The Fourth Suspect
© 1927 by the Estate of Clarice M. Carr
Introduction © 2020 Martin Edwards
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Cover image © Mary Evans Picture Library—Illustration of the bridge over the Rhine at Bonn by A Lohenstein, Allers Familj-Journal, February 15, 1927
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Castle Skull was originally published in 1931 by Harper & Brothers Publishers, New York and London.
The Fourth Suspect
was first published in The Haverfordian in January 1927.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Names: Carr, John Dickson, author. | Edwards, Martin, writer of introduction.
Title: Castle Skull / John Dickson Carr ; with an introduction by Martin Edwards.
Description: Naperville, IL : Poisoned Pen Press, 2020.
Identifiers: LCCN 2019052807 | (trade paperback)
Subjects: GSAFD: Mystery fiction.
Classification: LCC PS3505.A763 C35 2020 | DDC 813/.52--dc23
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Contents
Front Cover
Title Page
Copyright
Introduction
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The Fourth Suspect
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Back Cover
To Edward Coleman Delafield, Jr. and William O’Neil Kennedy
For it’s always fair weather…
Introduction
D’Aunay talked of murder, castles, and magic.
The very first sentence of Castle Skull sets the tone of a highly atmospheric detective story, an early novel by John Dickson Carr, acknowledged master of the locked room mystery. It is the third in a sequence of four books written in rapid succession which feature the French juge d’instruction Henri Bencolin, a character firmly in the tradition of fiction’s Great Detectives. Just as Sherlock Holmes had Dr. Watson and Hercule Poirot had Captain Hastings, so Bencolin has an admiring friend, Jeff Marle, who recounts his investigations.
In this story, Bencolin is engaged by D’Aunay (a Belgian financier and one of the dozen richest men in the world
) to investigate the grotesque murder of an English actor called Myron Alison whose blazing body was seen running about the battlements of Castle Skull.
The castle on the Rhine had been inherited jointly by Alison and D’Aunay from a mutual friend called Maleger, a legendary magician who died in highly mysterious circumstance, and is now run by Alison’s sister, a veritable wild-woman, who smokes cigars, swears, and plays poker all night,
and is known as the Duchess.
Conveniently, the possible suspects are still present at the castle.
The brooding menace of Castle Skull is captured in vivid and indeed melodramatic fashion: The name is not a fancy. Its central portion is so weirdly constructed that the entire façade resembles a giant death’s head, with eyes, nose, and ragged jaw. But there are two towers, one on each side of the skull, which are rather like huge ears; so that the devilish thing, while it smiles, seems also to be listening. It is set high on a crag, with its face thrust out of the black pines. Below it is a sheer drop to the waters of the river.
The interior is equally forbidding. In the room that makes up the crown of the skull, noise buffeted the ear-drums, swirled you again into that half-sick tensity of waiting… The floor seemed to be of a black-and-gold mosaic in circular patterns of zodiac symbols, but I could not see what symbols because it was strewn with animal-skin rugs…and the animal-heads opened white-fanged jaws like an uncanny dead menagerie.
This is a young man’s writing, brimming with energy, and occasionally over the top, but immensely appealing to any reader with a taste for detection and the macabre. In his admirable biography, John Dickson Carr: The Man Who Explained Miracles, Douglas G. Greene argues that although Edgar Allan Poe was a major influence at this stage of his career, Carr combined the genres of detection and horror in a way that not even Poe had done before him, and few authors would do after him.
Bencolin accepts the challenge to solve the murder, and soon finds himself pitted against an old adversary, Herr Baron Sigmund von Arnheim, chief inspector of the Berlin police. (Carr must have liked the name; he’d used it in an early story he’d written as a student.) Von Arnheim is a typically colourful Carrian character: very straight and wiry, with a mincing step and a cropped skull… The eyes were of a chill greenish hue, with blond brows forever raised… Around them ran the jags of sabre-cuts.
The battle of wits between the two detectives is one of the pleasures of the book. This sleuthing contest was a device that Carr would use again in his fiction, but it wasn’t original to him: a notable example from 1923 is to be found in Agatha Christie’s The Murder on the Links. Almost until the end of the story, it is by no means clear whether Bencolin will triumph over von Arnheim.
Bizarre chapter titles (We Hear of a Dancing Corpse
and The Torch That Was Alive
) as well as the Gothic location contribute to the febrile mood: The vast death’s head lifted itself to stare with light… It watched, and it waited. For centuries it had looked down on the Rhine, but it was endowed…with a savage sense of humour. It appreciated in its old age the little people who were to walk inside it, literally like creatures in its brain… Ah, Baron von Arnheim, but you were a showman! Your French enemy should be humbled in a setting of which he himself would approve…
The first edition was a Harper Sealed Mystery,
and the publishers placed the seal immediately after page 232. The seal was headed A Sporting Offer,
worded in suitably lurid terms:
"Surely never was there more fantastic, hideous gaiety than at this banquet. The guests of honor are Death and his henchman Murder. The fearful climax is approaching. Will Von Arnheim win? Will Bencolin? What fiend in human form will be revealed as the murderer? [Another sentence which would spoil some of the mystery to read it here.]
If you can resist the desire to break this thin paper seal, to know the outcome of this gruesome tale, return the book to your bookseller with this seal intact, and your money will be refunded.
It would be interesting to know how many copies with seals unbroken exist today. If any survive, they must be worth a small fortune. Despite his youth, Carr contrives a very clever plot with a striking and unconventional solution that (as with a number of other novels written during the Golden Age of Murder between the wars) reflects an unorthodox but intriguing attitude towards the nature of justice.
Castle Skull was one of two Bencolin novels published by Carr in 1931; it appeared in the US on October 1, with The Lost Gallows having come out on March 4. Oddly, however, Hamish Hamilton, Carr’s British publisher, declined to publish it. This may have been because he thought the book over-written and excessively sensational. As a result, the first British edition of the book did not appear until 1973. A small firm called Tom Stacey Ltd bought the rights, only to become insolvent; a few copies escaped into the wider world, and now command very high prices. Severn House bought the stock, and issued the book with a different dust wrapper in 1976. Even these copies are now uncommon, since most were destined for the public libraries. The present reissue also includes the Bencolin short story The Fourth Suspect,
from the pages of The Haverfordian, January 1927.
Carr (1906–1977) drew on his own experience of travelling in the Rhineland for the background of this novel. In June 1930, not long after the sale of his first novel, It Walks by Night, he and a friend called O’Neil Kennedy had set off on a European tour together, visiting Brussels and Waterloo before heading for Mainz and Heidelberg. Doug Greene speculates that Castle Skull was based on the twin castles known as the Hostile Brothers.
Shortly afterwards, while voyaging back to the United States on the Red Star liner Pentland, Carr met Clarice Cleaves, a young woman who was to become his wife. Soon they would settle in England, and he would introduce his most renowned detectives, Dr. Gideon Fell and Sir Henry Merrivale. The Bencolin series served as a marvellous apprenticeship, and the stories remain enjoyable in their own right.
Martin Edwards
I
Death on the Rhine
D’Aunay talked of murder, castles, and magic.
He talked of them at our table in an angle of the vine-grown wall, at the discreet restaurant called Laurent on the Champs Elysées. The pink-shaded lamps on the tables of Laurent were open to the stars, and to the thick trees hedging us in. It was late, so that there were not many diners. An orchestra, among palms, celebrated the grace of Lizette, the smile of Mignonette, and the cuteness of Suzette with that tune which all Paris was humming in the month of May.
Across the table sat Jérôme D’Aunay. He drank nothing but Vichy, and his fingers were always busy with the stem of his glass. His fingers were always busy in any case; he could not sit still; he must forever be toying with something, or writing imaginary notes on the tablecloth with a spoon. His restlessness disturbed the peace of the night. D’Aunay—one of the dozen richest men in the world—was a short, thick man, with cold blue eyes which kept on you a fixed and disconcerting stare. His thin dark hair was brushed flat across a great skull. The creases were deep around his thick nose, and round a mouth which seemed to have acquired a very startling flexibility from much talking.
D’Aunay said: M. Bencolin, I am about to make you a proposition which some men would consider singular. I have learnt enough about you to believe that you would consider it neither singular nor unwelcome.
Looking back over it, I am not sure what obscure impulse of bravado prompted D’Aunay to bring Bencolin into the case. Now that the thing is finished, I can recall him from that first polite arbitrary note telling me I was having dinner with him, to the final terrifying scene when I saw his patent-leather shoes motionless under a gaily coloured scarf; but still the Belgian financier remains a puzzle. Of course, he could not help breaking down when he saw that grinning figure looking at him beneath the candles of Castle Skull—still, it was his heart and not his bravado, which gave way. This is to anticipate events, but not (as you may suspect) to betray any of the sinister affair in which we became involved…
D’Aunay took a drink of Vichy water and continued his recital:
I will come to the point at once. You are an official of Paris, M. Bencolin. Good. I want to hire your services.
Bencolin, studying his glass of Cointreau against the light, quirked an eyebrow thoughtfully. I have described this man in other records of his cases; and, if you know Paris, you know the celebrated juge d’instruction of the Seine. The black hair, parted in the middle and twirled up like horns. The long inscrutable eyes, with hooked brows drawn down. The high cheek-bones, the aquiline nose. The slow smile, stirring between small moustache and black pointed beard. All are as familiar to the street as they are to the caricaturists… He twirled his glass round, and the rings on his fingers glittered against the white shirt-front.
To hire my services—
he repeated.
I have investigated you,
said D’Aunay, as I investigate everybody. Good. You are the foremost police official in Europe. You are also a wealthy man, and your present position you bought—
Please!
Ah, but with justification!
said D’Aunay, waving his hand. I do not blame you. You demonstrated your fitness for it, merely by making (with francs) your hobby a profession.
The smallest wrinkle had appeared between Bencolin’s brows. As D’Aunay’s gruff voice ticked off the statements, his eyes showed growing interest.
You know much, my friend,
he remarked. Well?
"For my purpose, I want the best in the business. With you, then, I will not insult a man who has followed your course by saying that you may name your own fee.
At the present time, you are on a vacation. Good. I want you to take my case. I will not pay you one sou. But, when I have outlined it, I think you will work for me, because it will be the strangest affair you have ever handled.
D’Aunay was leaning forward, clicking out his words, staring at Bencolin from the fishlike eyes. You could feel the man’s tremendous dominance. He rapped the edge of the table and said, Well, monsieur!
Bencolin was silent for a time. Then he chuckled.
M. D’Aunay,
he replied, you have a form of oblique attack which I find fascinating. Damnation, yes!
His amused eyes ran over D’Aunay’s tense face. Very well, then; I answer just as bluntly. If your case intrigues me, I shall certainly take it.—But you have also invited Jeff here to your very good dinner. How do your arrangements include him?
Ah!
said D’Aunay. Turning, he regarded me steadily. Mr. Marle is not a detective. Pray excuse me: I do not even think he is gifted with any particular intelligence. But you will need help, and I want no clumsy oaf of a Sûreté inspector mingling with the people to whom I shall introduce you. You find me undemocratic? So! Nevertheless, he has worked with you before. He will do as well; and he will not make himself obnoxious.
Staring at the little, stocky man, I felt inclined to point out to Jérôme D’Aunay a suitable jumping-off place. It was damned cheek. And yet, I realized in a moment, he had no notion of being offensive. He saw what he wanted, and so he closed his big hands about it without comment or apology. So I did the better thing; I laughed. I said,
I also congratulate you, M. D’Aunay. You hire one investigator by the solemn promise that you will not pay him anything, and the other by assuring him he is not overly bright.
The words seemed to trip D’Aunay, who brushed them aside impatiently.
Well, but your answer, monsieur! Your answer?
The answer,
I responded, is yes. Yes—because of your infernal way of approaching it.
Ah! Good. I have now only to show that it will interest you…
Bencolin nodded approvingly at me as the financier sat back to gather the materials of his story into proper form. Suddenly D’Aunay shot out a question:
You have heard, of course, of the magician Maleger?
This was growing interesting. Maleger: of course. Everybody knew the name, even those of my generation, and the brilliant figure he had cut in the days before the war. The legends about him have been talked about by theatre-goers ever since he went to his death. Not even Bernhardt was a more picturesque personality. I stared into the shadows beyond D’Aunay…
One of my most vivid recollections as a child is the night my father took me to see Maleger perform during his American tour, at the old Polis Theatre in Washington. Afterwards I had the horrors all night. For Maleger was not one of your genial, smiling conjurors of later days. It was the man’s personality, his trappings, the terrible and sinister force which carried you somewhat beyond the illusions of the theatre. At the snapping of his fingers, you might have believed, he roused black shapes from cracks in the earth, and commanded the powers of fire and thunder.
We had, I recall, front-row seats. He remained too long in my mind as an ogre for me to forget what he looked like then. I remember his uncanny penetrating look of dark eyes, and his great skull with its plumes of reddish hair. He stood in the middle of a stage hung in dead black, without any trappings at all. His loose-jointed powerful figure, his old-fashioned stock and queer clothes, his evil fingers outspread on a table. There was one point at which he gave a screech of eldritch laughter and flung up his arms; his head rose from his neck and floated out over the audience, smiling… It was a bit too much for a child of nine, and for many older people too.
Then I realized that D’Aunay was speaking:
"—and that is why I want to tell you something about him.
I knew him well; perhaps better than anybody else. That surprises you? Well, it is true. I do not know whether he was a pure poseur or whether…
D’Aunay was rolling bread crumbs in his fingers. But he was a celebrity. Of what nationality was he? That I do not know. He spoke all languages; you could not tell which was his own. You knew, too, he was immensely rich?
I have heard so,
Bencolin answered, nodding.
Diamonds,
said D’Aunay. The man’s age—damn it! That also I never could learn. I know he was in the Kimberley fields in ’91, and he was not a young man. I met him later; I was working for the Belgian government then…
The stage was a hobby, then?
Like your own work, monsieur,
D’Aunay said, spreading out his hands. "You should understand. Well, his public life began later. They could not neglect one so striking. You recall his weird clothes, his great black automobiles with drawn blinds always, his cigarettes dipped in opium, his collection of costly and nonsensical baubles—eh? Always his surroundings were exotic. The illusions he staged were hideous, and more. Three capitals went mad over him…
"I will come to the point. In 1912, or thereabouts, he wished to make himself a home. So he bought the famous Schloss Schadel, Castle Skull, on the Rhine a few miles from Coblenz. No place could have been more appropriate. And he perched above the rocks and pines, in the place where the Rhine is narrowest and swiftest… You have seen it?"
Bencolin shook his head.
But you will,
D’Aunay told him, "because we are going there. He spent a year transforming that weird ruin into a place of the nightmare. I do not know many of its secrets, and I am glad. Not that I believe—monsieur sees! But every trick of his ingenuity was expended on devices to make the average man fear for his wits.
"You know, of course, that he had few friends. Myself, I am the remaining one. The other was Myron Alison, the English actor—you know him, naturally?"
The thin eyebrows tightened down over Bencolin’s eyes, and his nostrils were a little dilated. He had forgotten his brandy; he was all attention now. In the background, our orchestra’s waltz-tune swirled dimly…
I know Myron Alison, of course,
he said. But why do you say ‘was’?
Nodding rather eagerly, our host said:
That is the point; that is the case. Alison has been murdered. His blazing body was seen running about the battlements of Castle Skull.
That,
said Bencolin; well, that sounds a little—
It is true. The man’s vitality was apparently enormous. He had been shot three times in the breast, but he was alive when the murderer poured kerosene on him and ignited it. He actually got to his feet and staggered out in flames across the battlements before he fell.
There was a silence. Momentarily, D’Aunay had let his suppressed nervousness appear. Another drink of Vichy, and he continued:
"But I am getting ahead of my story. I was telling you that Alison and I