The Case of the Baited Hook: A Perry Mason Mystery
By Erle Stanley Gardner and Otto Penzler
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Perry Mason risks his freedom to prove the innocence of an unidentified client: “Fast-paced . . . the question of whodunit, as always, gets an unexpected answer.” —Publishers Weekly
The bait is half of a $10,000 bill, delivered to Perry Mason by a man who promises the second half of the note should his companion, a silent masked woman, ever require the lawyer’s services. When a dead body is discovered soon after, Mason feels the hook―but how can one prove the innocence of a person whose identity is unknown?
Suspecting he’s been set up, but curious nonetheless, Perry sets out to solve the mystery from the ground up, beginning with the face behind the veil. The more he learns, the more complex his investigation becomes. Uncovering a convoluted case of stock fraud, divorce, and inheritance, Mason’s nearly left reeling―that is until, with the help of Della Street and Paul Drake, he pulls off one of his most daring gambits ever to finally cast light on the killer.
Filled with memorable characters, a multitude of motives, and just a few red herrings, The Case of the Baited Hook is classic Perry Mason, showcasing the character’s brilliance and pizazz with a plot that pushes his powers into overdrive. As puzzling as it is entertaining, the book exemplifies the style that made Edgar Award winner Erle Stanley Gardner one of the most popular authors of the twentieth century and inspired the hit HBO series.
“A good Perry Mason yarn . . . Perry moves fast to outmaneuver his opponents.” —Kirkus Reviews (starred review)
“[The] Mason books remain tantalizing on every page and brilliant.” —Scott Turow, #1 New York Times–bestselling author of The Last Trial
"A good starting point for those new to Gardner’s celebrated attorney.”― Publishers Weekly
Erle Stanley Gardner
Erle Stanley Gardner (1889–1970) was an author and lawyer who wrote nearly 150 detective and mystery novels that sold more than one million copies each, making him easily the best-selling American writer of his time. He ranks as one of the most prolific specialists of crime fiction due to his popular alter ego, lawyer-detective Perry Mason. A self-taught lawyer, Gardner was admitted to the California bar in 1911 and began defending poor Chinese and Mexicans as well as other clients. Eventually his writing career, which began with the pulps, pushed his law career aside. As proven in his Edgar Award–winning The Court of Last Resort, Gardner never gave up on the cases of wrongly accused individuals or unjustly convicted defendants.
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Perry Mason gets a call on his private home phone, late in the night. The man on the phone is demanding Perry meets him at Perry's office as soon as possible. The man needs Perry's services immediately, and to entice Perry he is offering payment in the form of two thousand dollar bills for a retainer. The follow-up is $10,000 if Perry is required to go to court.When the man shows up at Perry's office, he is accompanied by a female. She was dressed in a voluminous raincoat, buttoned from neck to bottom, a close fitting hat and a mask. Her identity completely hidden. The man wanted Perry to defend the woman if she were to be involved in murder. At that time Perry would be told who she was.This offer is hard to refuse, so Perry takes it. During this case there are times where he regrets that he did take the offer, but knows that he must see it through.He also has a second case that involves an illegal adoption. There is a big question whether the child was of Russian parentage, as presented by one of the parties, or something else. A hugh trust fund is the weight behind the question.Between Perry, Della Street and Paul Drake, the cases get solved; but there are quite a number of jogs in the path to the solution, along with some dodges of the police getting the information first and getting it wrong.I always enjoy Perry Mason.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Like many of Gardner's Perry Mason novels, Baited Hook begins with an unusual introduction to a client. In fact, the client is so mysterious that she is covered up and wearing a mask and doesn't even speak to Mason. And to top it off, although a large sum of money is dangled, Mason isn't told what the case is about or what he's expected to do. The case from there gets even more convoluted with Mason getting involved in a questionable stock trade, stumbling on corpses, and stands accused of being a pursesnatcher.
Gardner's Perry Mason stories are mysteries centered around a lawyer not a detective. Although this one is bereft of courtroom scenes, it has plenty of deductions and antics. - Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5And back to the normal order of the series. A middle of the night call ends up with Perry being hired to defend a woman... and he has no idea who she is. So when a man is killed, the main mystery is not who killed him really - it is who the client really is. It is a little hard for Mason to pull his usual tricks when he never knows who he needs to protect. And just to make sure that it is more complicated than it should have been - a girl that had inherited money even though she is not part of high society, a high society girl with no money, an old woman with an extraordinary story, a wife, even Della Street - it could be any of them. And if one of them is to be protected, another needs to be thrown to the wolves. And herein lies the problem for our lawyer - so he ends up maneuvering to protect everyone.Mix all that with a story of a Russian heiress, a sunken boat, a home when mothers can leave their children until they can get them back (or stop paying after which the kids can be adopted) and corruption in one of those homes and the story gets even more complicated. And unlike most of the cases, here Occam's razor works perfectly - you need to look for the real story under all the red herrings. I liked that book a lot more than I expected to - for at least half of the book I was finding some of the turns phony - until they turned out to be invented and not real. And having a straight mystery in the series was a nice break.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Perry Mason is called up in the middle of the night by a man who pays him $2000 to come to his office and offers $10,000 more if he will agree to act for an anonymous woman. The woman's husband is later murdered.
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The Case of the Baited Hook - Erle Stanley Gardner
INTRODUCTION
On several occasions, Erle Stanley Gardner said, I’m no writer.
There were numerous voices who felt differently. In 1934, only a year after his first novel, The Case of the Velvet Claws, was published, G.K. Chesterton wrote admiringly of his work. Sinclair Lewis, in an article on writers in 1937, wrote, . . . the magicians are the authors of literate detective stories: Agatha Christie, Francis Iles, Erle Stanley Gardner, H.C. Bailey.
The mystery aficionado W. Somerset Maugham in the early 1940s wrote that he read Dashiell Hammett and Bret Halliday for rough stuff; Rex Stout, Ellery Queen, Gardner, Christie, and H.C. Bailey.
In the same decades, the Time magazine reviewer of The Case of the Cautious Coquette quoted Evelyn Waugh, a close friend of Graham Greene, as saying he wished he could write whodunits like Erle Stanley Gardner and Margery Allingham.
To talk about Gardner, it is inevitable that large numbers come into play. Here are a few:
•86—Number of Perry Mason books; eighty-two novels, four short story collections.
•130—Number of mystery novels written by Gardner.
•1,200,000—The number of words that Gardner wrote annually during most of the 1920s and 1930s. That is a novel a month, plus a stack of short stories, for a fifteen-year stretch.
•2,400,000—The number of words Gardner wrote in his most productive year, 1932.
•300,000,000—The number of books Gardner has sold in the United States alone, making him the best-selling writer in the history of American literature.
What cannot be quantified is what magic resided in that indefatigable brain that made so many millions of readers come back, book after book, for more of the same. Not that it was the same.
The Perry Mason series had a template, a model, a formula, if you like. But the series changed dramatically over the years. Gardner started his career as a writer for the pulp magazines that flourished in the 1920s and 1930s. Authors were famously paid a penny a word by most of the pulps, but the top writers in the top magazines managed to get all the way up to three cents a word. This munificent fee was reserved for the best of the best of their time, some of whom remain popular and successful to the present day (Dashiell Hammett, Raymond Chandler, Cornell Woolrich), some of whom are remembered and read mostly by the modest coterie that avidly reads and collects pulp fiction (Carroll John Daly, Arthur Leo Zagat, Arthur J. Burks). One who earned the big bucks regularly, especially when he wrote for Black Mask, the greatest of the pulps, was Erle Stanley Gardner.
Gardner had learned and honed his craft in the pulps, so it is not surprising that the earliest Perry Mason novels were hard-boiled, tough-guy books, with Mason as a fearless, two-fisted battler, rather than the calm, self-possessed figure that most readers remember today. Reading the first Mason novels, The Case of the Velvet Claws, published in 1933, and The Case of the Careless Kitten, published twenty years later, it is difficult to remember that they were written by the same author. Both styles, by the way, were first-rate, just different.
Gardner was born in Malden, Massachusetts, in 1889. Because his father was a mining engineer, he traveled often as a child. As a teenager, he participated in professional boxing as well as promoting unlicensed matches, placing himself at risk of criminal prosecution, which gave him an interest in the law. He took a job as a typist at a California law firm and after reading law for fifty hours a week for three years, he was admitted to the California bar. He practiced in Oxnard from 1911 to 1918, gaining a reputation as a champion of the underdog through his defense of poor Mexican and Chinese clients.
He left to become a tire salesman in order to earn more money but he missed the courtroom and joined another law firm in 1921. It is then that he started to write fiction, hoping that he could augment his modest income. He worked a full day at court, followed that with several hours of research in the law library, then went home to write fiction into the small hours, setting a goal of at least 4,000 words a day. He sold two stories in 1921, none in 1922, and only one in 1923, but it was to the prestigious Black Mask. The following year, thirteen of his stories saw print, five of them in Black Mask. Over the next decade he wrote nearly fifteen million words and sold hundreds of stories, many pseudonymously so that he could have multiple stories in a single magazine, each under a different name.
In 1932, he finally took a vacation, an extended trip to China, since he had become so financially successful. That is also the year in which he began to submit his first novel, The Case of the Velvet Claws. It was rejected by several publishers before William Morrow took it, and Gardner published every mystery with that house for the rest of his life. Thayer Hobson, then the president of Morrow, suggested that the protagonist of that book, Perry Mason, should become a series character and Gardner agreed.
The Mason novels became an immediate success so Gardner resigned from his law practice to devote full time to writing. He was eager to have privacy so acquired parcels of land in the Southwest and eventually settled into the Gardner Fiction Factory
on a thousand-acre ranch in Temecula, California. The ranch had a dozen guest cottages and trailers to house his support staff of twenty employees, all of whom are reported to have called him Uncle Erle.
Among them were six secretaries, all working full time, transcribing his dictated novels, non-fiction books and articles, and correspondence.
He was intensely interested in prison conditions and was a strong advocate of reform. In 1948, he formed the Court of Last Resort, a private organization dedicated to helping those believed to have been unfairly incarcerated. The group succeeded in freeing many unjustly convicted men and Gardner wrote a book, The Court of Last Resort, describing the group’s work; it won an Edgar for the best fact crime book of the year.
In the 1960s, Gardner became alarmed at some changes in American literature. He told the New York Times, I have always aimed my fiction at the masses who constitute the solid backbone of America, I have tried to keep faith with the American family. In a day when the prevailing mystery story trends are towards sex, sadism, and seduction, I try to base my stories on speed, situation, and suspense.
While Gardner wrote prolifically about a wide variety of characters under many pseudonyms, most notably thirty novels about Bertha Cook and Donald Lam under the nom de plume A.A. Fair, all his books give evidence of clearly identifiable characteristics. There is a minimum of description and a maximum of dialogue. This was carried to a logical conclusion in the lengthy courtroom interrogations of the Perry Mason series. Mason and Gardner’s other heroes are not averse to breaking the exact letter of the law in order to secure what they consider to be justice. They share contempt for pomposity. Villains or deserving victims are often self-important, wealthy individuals who can usually be identified because Gardner has given them two last names (such as Harrington Faulkner).
Mason’s clients usually have something to hide and, although they are ultimately proven innocent, their secretiveness makes them appear suspect.
Clues often take a back seat in the Perry Mason books, with crisp dialogue and hectic action taking the forefront—a structure clearly adopted from his days as a pulp writer. Crime and motivation are not paragons of originality as Gardner wanted readers to identify with his characters.
Much like the Sherlock Holmes and Nero Wolfe stories, the Perry Mason novels also feature certain other characters on a regular basis. The most prominent is Della Street, Mason’s secretary and the love of his life. Knowing that Mason would not allow her to work, she has refused his marriage proposals on five separate occasions. She has, however, remained steadfastly loyal, risking her life and freedom on his behalf; she has been arrested five times while performing her job.
Also present at all times is Paul Drake, the private detective who handles the lawyer’s investigative work. He is invariably at Mason’s side in times of stress, though he frequently complains that the work is bad for his digestion.
Hamilton Burger is the district attorney whose office has never successfully prosecuted one of Mason’s clients. In a large percentage of those cases, the client was arrested through the efforts of the attorney’s implacable (albeit friendly) foe, Lieutenant Arthur Tragg.
Although Mason is invariably well-prepared, he is so skilled at courtroom procedure that he can think on his feet and ask just the right question to befuddle a witness, embarrass a prosecutor, and exonerate a client.
The staggering popularity of the Perry Mason novels inevitably led to him being portrayed in other media, including six motion pictures in the 1930s, a successful radio series in the 1940s, and a top-rated television series starring Raymond Burr that began in 1957 and ran for a decade. More than a half-century later, it is still a staple of late-night television re-runs.
The only two people in the city who have Perry Mason’s private, unlisted telephone number are Della Street and Paul Drake, so when the phone rings in the middle of the night, he knows something serious is afoot. This is how The Case of the Baited Hook, first published in 1940, begins, and it becomes even more colorful when his potential client induces him to meet immediately by telling Mason he has two one-thousand-dollar bills tha the will give him as a retainer, with the promise of an additional ten-thousand dollars whenever he is called on to represent him.
When Mason finally is asked to take a case, it is not for the caller but for a beautiful woman whose identity is hidden behind a mask. Mason is none too pleased to try to defend someone whose name he doesn’t know—just the opening stages of one of the most complex and challenging cases he’s ever had to handle.
—OTTO PENZLER
1.
TWO PERSONS in the city had the number of Perry Mason’s private, unlisted telephone. One was Della Street, Mason’s secretary, and the other Paul Drake, head of the Drake Detective Agency.
It was early in March, a blustery night with rain pelting at intervals against the windows. Wind howled around the cornices and fought its way through the narrow openings in the windows to billow the lace curtains of Mason’s apartment into weird shapes which alternately blossomed into white ghosts, collapsed, and dropped limply back against the casements.
Mason fought off the heavy lethargy of that deep sleep which comes during the first part of the night, to grope for the ringing telephone.
The instrument momentarily eluded his sleep-deadened fingers.
Mason’s right hand found the chain which dangled from the light over his bed. At the same time, his left, reaching for the telephone, became entangled with the cord and knocked the instrument to the floor.
Now thoroughly awake, he retrieved the telephone, placed the receiver to his ear, and said, My gosh, Della, why don’t you go to bed at a decent hour?
A man’s voice said, Mr. Mason?
Surprised, Mason said, Yes. Who is it?
The voice said crisply, You are talking with Cash.
Mason sat up in bed, bolstering himself against the pillow. That’s nice,
he said. How’s Carry?
For a moment the voice was puzzled. Carrie?
it asked. I don’t know to whom you refer.
Come, come,
Mason said amiably. If you’re Cash, you must know Carry.
Oh, a pun,
the voice said with the offended dignity of a man who has no sense of humor. I didn’t understand at first.
What,
Mason asked, do you want?
I want to come to your office.
And I,
Mason said, want to stay in bed.
The man at the other end of the line said, carefully clipping his words, I have two one-thousand-dollar bills in my wallet, Mr. Mason. If you will come to your office and accept the employment I have to offer, I will give you those two one-thousand-dollar bills as a retainer. I will also arrange for a further payment of ten thousand dollars whenever you are called upon to take any action in my behalf.
Murder?
Mason asked.
The voice hesitated for a moment, then said, No.
Let me have your full name.
I’m sorry. That’s impossible.
Mason said irritably, It only costs ten cents to put through a telephone call and talk big money. Before I go to the office I want to know with whom I’m dealing.
After a moment’s hesitation, the voice said, This is John L. Cragmore.
Where do you live?
5619 Union Drive.
Mason said, Okay. It’ll take me twenty minutes to get there. Can you be there by that time?
Yes,
the man said, and added courteously, Thank you for coming, Mr. Mason,
and hung up the telephone.
Mason scrambled out of bed, closed the windows, and picked up the telephone directory. There was no Cragmore listed at the address given on Union Drive.
Mason dialed the number of the Drake Detective Agency. A night operative said in a bored monotone, Drake Detective Agency.
Mason talking,
the lawyer said crisply. I have an appointment in twenty minutes at my office. The man will probably drive up in a car. Put an operative at each end of the block. Check the license numbers of any cars that park anywhere in the block. Get all the dope you can, and have it ready when I call. I’ll drop in at your place just before I go to my office.
Mason hung up the telephone, stripped off his pajamas, and hurriedly pulled on his clothes, noticing as he dressed that his wrist watch gave the hour as ten minutes past midnight. He ran a comb through the tangled mass of hair, struggled into a raincoat, gave a hasty look about the apartment, and paused to telephone the night clerk to have the hotel garage deliver his car. He switched off the lights, pulled the door shut, and rang for the elevator.
The Negro elevator boy looked at him curiously. Rainin’ pow’ful hard, Mista Mason.
Cats and dogs?
Mason asked.
The boy flashed white teeth. No, suh. Ducks and drakes. You goin’ out some place, suh?
There is,
Mason announced, no rest for the wicked.
The boy rolled his eyes. Meanin’ you’s wicked?
he asked.
No,
Mason said with a grin, as the elevator slid to a smooth stop at the lobby floor. My clients are.
He greeted the night clerk on duty at the desk, said, You got my message through to the garage man?
Yes, Mr. Mason. Your car will be waiting. Pretty wild night.
Mason nodded absently, tossed his key to the desk, and strode across to the stairway which led to the garage, the skirts of his raincoat kicked about by the long strides of his legs. The clerk watched him curiously, the extent of his interest shown by the manner in which he weighed Mason’s key in his hand before placing it in the proper receptacle.
The lawyer acknowledged the greeting of the garage man, slid in behind the wheel of his big coupe, and sent it roaring up the spiral ramp of the garage. As he left the shelter of the garage, the wind swooped down upon him. Sheeted rain beat solidly on the body of the car, streamed down the windshield. Mason turned on the windshield wiper, shifted cautiously into second, and eased the wheels through the curb-high flood at the gutter.
The headlights reflected back from miniature geysers of water mushrooming up from the pavement ahead. Mason eased the car into high gear and settled down to the chore of driving through the rain-swept, all but deserted streets.
He noticed that there were no cars parked in the block in front of his office building. Over in the parking station, where Mason rented a regular stall, were two of the nondescript cars of the Drake Detective Agency, and no others. He parked and locked his automobile, and stepped out into the storm. Rain beat against his face, cascaded in rivulets from his raincoat, spattered against his ankles. Mason, who detested umbrellas, shoved his hands down deep into the pockets of his raincoat, lowered his head against the force of the storm, and sloshed through the puddles which had collected in the parking place, to push against the swinging door in the lighted lobby of his office building.
Streaks of moisture which seemed fresh indicated that others were there ahead of him. He paused at the elevator, rang the night bell which summoned the janitor, and waited for a full minute before the sleepy-eyed Swede, who had charge of the basement and night elevators, brought a cage up to the lobby floor.
Some rain,
the janitor said, and yawned.
Mason crossed over to look at the register which persons entering the building at night must sign. Anyone for me, Ole?
he asked.
Not yet,
the janitor said. Maybe she rain so much they don’t come on schedule.
Someone down from Drake’s office a few minutes ago?
Mason asked.
Yah.
Still out?
Mason inquired.
No. He comes back oop.
No one else been in in the meantime?
No.
The janitor missed the floor by six inches with the elevator, and Mason said, That’s good enough, Ole.
The sliding doors rolled smoothly back, and Mason stepped out into the semi-darkness of the long corridor. He walked rapidly to where the corridor made a T, but in place of turning left to his own office, turned right toward the oblong of illumination which marked the frosted glass door of the Drake Detective Agency. He pushed open this door and crossed a small waiting room just large enough to accommodate an open bench and two straight-back chairs.
Behind an arch-shaped, grilled window marked Information,
the night switchboard operator looked up, nodded, and pressed the button which released the catch on the swinging door.
Near a radiator, an undersized man was trying to dry the bottoms of his trousers. A soggy felt hat and a glistening raincoat hung on a rack near the radiator.
Hello, Curly,
Mason said. Did you give up?
Give up,
the operative asked, looking ruefully down at his wet shoes. What do you mean, give up?
Ole says no one came up.
Yeah,
the operative said. What Ole doesn’t know would fill a book.
Then someone came in?
Yeah. Two of ’em.
How did they get up?
The man,
Curly said, pulled out a key ring, unlocked the door of one of the elevators, switched on the lights, and whisked himself and the woman up here just as neat as a pin. By the time I got up, the cage was there with the door locked and the lights out.
Did Ole notice it?
Mason asked, interested.
No. He was too sleepy. He’s having a hard time keeping his eyes open.
Then there’s a man and a woman on this floor?
Uh huh.
How long ago?
They’ve been waiting about five minutes. Gosh, I wish you’d pick clear nights for your shadowing jobs. I felt like a guy trapped in a sunken submarine.
Where did you pick them up?
"They came in