Philo Vance Mysteries
by
S S Van Dine
The Benson Murder Case - 1926
The Canary Murder Case - 1927
The Greene Murder Case - 1928
The Bishop Murder Case - 1929
The Scarab Murder Case - 1930
The Kennel Murder Case - 1933
The Casino Murder Case - 1934
The Dragon Murder Case - 1934
The Garden Murder Case - 1935
The Kidnap Murder Case - 1936
The Gracie Allen Murder Case - 1938
The Winter Murder Case - 1939
THE BENSON MURDER CASE
A PHILO VANCE STORY
by
S. S. VAN DINE
1926
"Mr. Mason," he said, "I wish to thank you for my life."
"Sir," said Mason, "I had no interest in your life. The adjustment of your problem was the only thing of interest to me."
--Randolph Mason: Corrector of Destinies
INTRODUCTORY
If you will refer to the municipal statistics of the City of New York, you will find that the number of unsolved major crimes during the four years that John F.-X. Markham was district attorney, was far smaller than under any of his predecessors' administrations. Markham projected the district attorney's office into all manner of criminal investigations; and, as a result, many abstruse crimes on which the police had hopelessly gone aground were eventually disposed of.
But although he was personally credited with the many important indictments and subsequent convictions that he secured, the truth is that he was only an instrument in many of his most famous cases. The man who actually solved them and supplied the evidence for their prosecution was in no way connected with the city's administration and never once came into the public eye.
At that time I happened to be both legal advisor and personal friend of this other man, and it was thus that the strange and amazing facts of the situation became known to me. But not until recently have I been at liberty to make them public. Even now I am not permitted to divulge the man's name, and for that reason I have chosen, arbitrarily, to refer to him throughout these ex officio reports as Philo Vance.
It is, of course, possible that some of his acquaintances may, through my revelations, be able to guess his identity; and if such should prove the case, I beg of them to guard that knowledge; for though he has now gone to Italy to live and has given me permission to record the exploits of which he was the unique central character, he has very emphatically imposed his anonymity upon me; and I should not like to feel that, through any lack of discretion or delicacy, I have been the cause of his secret becoming generally known.
The present chronicle has to do with Vance's solution of the notorious Benson murder which, due to the unexpectedness of the crime, the prominence of the persons involved, and the startling evidence adduced, was invested with an interest rarely surpassed in the annals of New York's criminal history.
This sensational case was the first of many in which Vance figured as a kind of amicus curiae in Markham's investigations.
S. S. VAN DINE
New York
CONTENTS
1 PHILO VANCE AT HOME
2 AT THE SCENE OF THE CRIME
3 A LADY'S HANDBAG
4 THE HOUSEKEEPER'S STORY
5 GATHERING INFORMATION
6 VANCE OFFERS AN OPINION
7 REPORTS AND AN INTERVIEW
8 VANCE ACCEPTS A CHALLENGE
9 THE HEIGHT OF THE MURDERER
10 ELIMINATING A SUSPECT
11 A MOTIVE AND A THREAT
12 THE OWNER OF A COLT .45
13 THE GRAY CADILLAC
14 LINKS IN THE CHAIN
15 "PFYFE--PERSONAL"
16 ADMISSIONS AND SUPPRESSIONS
17 THE FORGED CHECK
18 A CONFESSION
19 VANCE CROSS-EXAMINES
20 A LADY EXPLAINS
21 SARTORIAL REVELATIONS
22 VANCE OUTLINES A THEORY
23 CHECKING AN ALIBI
24 THE ARREST
25 VANCE EXPLAINS HIS METHODS
CHARACTERS OF THE BOOK
PHILO VANCE
JOHN F.-X. MARKHAM - District Attorney of New York County
ALVIN H. BENSON - Well-known Wall Street broker and man-about-town, who was mysteriously murdered in his home
MAJOR ANTHONY BENSON - Brother of the murdered man
MRS. ANNA PLATZ - Housekeeper for Alvin Benson
MURIEL ST. CLAIR - A young singer
CAPTAIN PHILIP LEACOCK - Miss St. Clair's fiancé
LEANDER PFYFE - Intimate friend of Alvin Benson's
MRS. PAULA BANNING - A friend of Leander Pfyfe's
ELSIE HOFFMAN - Secretary of the firm of Benson and Benson
COLONEL BIGSBY OSTRANDER - A retired army officer
WILLIAM H. MORIARTY - An alderman, Borough of the Bronx
JACK PRISCO - Elevator boy at the Chatham Arms
GEORGE G. STITT - Of the firm of Stitt and McCoy, Public Accountants
MAURICE DINWIDDIE - Assistant District Attorney
CHIEF INSPECTOR O'BRIEN - Of the Police Department of New York City
WILLIAM M. MORAN - Commanding Officer of the Detective Bureau
ERNEST HEATH - Sergeant of the Homicide Bureau
BURKE - Detective of the Homicide Bureau
SNITKIN - Detective of the Homicide Bureau
EMERY - Detective of the Homicide Bureau
BEN HANLON - Commanding Officer of Detectives assigned to District Attorney's office
PHELPS - Detective assigned to District Attorney's office
TRACY - Detective assigned to District Attorney's office
SPRINGER - Detective assigned to District Attorney's office
HIGGINBOTHAM - Detective assigned to District Attorney's office
CAPTAIN CARL HAGEDORN - Firearms expert
DR. DOREMUS - Medical Examiner
FRANCIS SWACKER - Secretary to the District Attorney
CURRIE - Vance's valet
1
PHILO VANCE AT HOME
(Friday, June 14; 8:30 A.M.)
It happened that, on the morning of the momentous June the fourteenth when the discovery of the murdered body of Alvin H. Benson created a sensation which, to this day, has not entirely died away, I had breakfasted with Philo Vance in his apartment. It was not unusual for me to share Vance's luncheons and dinners, but to have breakfast with him was something of an occasion. He was a late riser, and it was his habit to remain incommunicado until his midday meal.
The reason for this early meeting was a matter of business--or, rather, of aesthetics. On the afternoon of the previous day Vance had attended a preview of Vollard's collection of Cézanne watercolors at the Kessler Galleries and, having seen several pictures he particularly wanted, he had invited me to an early breakfast to give me instructions regarding their purchase.
A word concerning my relationship with Vance is necessary to clarify my role of narrator in this chronicle. The legal tradition is deeply imbedded in my family, and when my preparatory-school days were over, I was sent, almost as a matter of course, to Harvard to study law. It was there I met Vance, a reserved, cynical, and caustic freshman who was the bane of his professors and the fear of his fellow classmen. Why he should have chosen me, of all the students at the university, for his extrascholastic association, I have never been able to understand fully. My own liking for Vance was simply explained: he fascinated and interested me, and supplied me with a novel kind of intellectual diversion. In his liking for me, however, no such basis of appeal was present. I was (and am now) a commonplace fellow, pos
sessed of a conservative and rather conventional mind. But, at least, my mentality was not rigid, and the ponderosity of the legal procedure did not impress me greatly--which is why, no doubt, I had little taste for my inherited profession--; and it is possible that these traits found certain affinities in Vance's unconscious mind. There is, to be sure, the less consoling explanation that I appealed to Vance as a kind of foil, or anchorage, and that he sensed in my nature a complementary antithesis to his own. But whatever the explanation, we were much together; and, as the years went by, that association ripened into an inseparable friendship.
Upon graduation I entered my father's law firm--Van Dine and Davis--and after five years of dull apprenticeship I was taken into the firm as the junior partner. At present I am the second Van Dine of Van Dine, Davis, and Van Dine, with offices at 120 Broadway. At about the time my name first appeared on the letterheads of the firm, Vance returned from Europe, where he had been living during my legal novitiate, and, an aunt of his having died and made him her principal beneficiary, I was called upon to discharge the technical obligations involved in putting him in possession of his inherited property.
This work was the beginning of a new and somewhat unusual relationship between us. Vance had a strong distaste for any kind of business transaction, and in time I became the custodian of all his monetary interests and his agent at large. I found that his affairs were various enough to occupy as much of my time as I cared to give to legal matters, and as Vance was able to indulge the luxury of having a personal legal factotum, so to speak, I permanently closed my desk at the office and devoted myself exclusively to his needs and whims.
If, up to the time when Vance summoned me to discuss the purchase of the Cézannes, I had harbored any secret or repressed regrets for having deprived the firm of Van Dine, Davis, and Van Dine of my modest legal talents, they were permanently banished on that eventful morning; for, beginning with the notorious Benson murder, and extending over a period of nearly four years, it was my privilege to be a spectator of what I believe was the most amazing series of criminal cases that ever passed before the eyes of a young lawyer. Indeed, the grim dramas I witnessed during that period constitute one of the most astonishing secret documents in the police history of this country.
Of these dramas Vance was the central character. By an analytical and interpretative process which, as far as I know, has never before been applied to criminal activities, he succeeded in solving many of the important crimes on which both the police and the district attorney's office had hopelessly fallen down.
Due to my peculiar relations with Vance it happened that not only did I participate in all the cases with which he was connected but I was also present at most of the informal discussions concerning them which took place between him and the district attorney; and, being of methodical temperament, I kept a fairly complete record of them. In addition, I noted down (as accurately as memory permitted) Vance's unique psychological methods of determining guilt, as he explained them from time to time. It is fortunate that I performed this gratuitous labor of accumulation and transcription, for now that circumstances have unexpectedly rendered possible my making the cases public, I am able to present them in full detail and with all their various sidelights and succeeding steps--a task that would be impossible were it not for my numerous clippings and adversaria.
Fortunately, too, the first case to draw Vance into its ramifications was that of Alvin Benson's murder. Not only did it prove one of the most famous of New York's causes célèbres, but it gave Vance an excellent opportunity of displaying his rare talents of deductive reasoning, and, by its nature and magnitude, aroused his interest in a branch of activity which heretofore had been alien to his temperamental promptings and habitual predilections.
The case intruded upon Vance's life suddenly and unexpectedly, although he himself had, by a casual request made to the district attorney over a month before, been the involuntary agent of this destruction of his normal routine. The thing, in fact, burst upon us before we had quite finished our breakfast on that mid-June morning, and put an end temporarily to all business connected with the purchase of the Cézanne paintings. When, later in the day, I visited the Kessler Galleries, two of the watercolors that Vance had particularly desired had been sold; and I am convinced that, despite his success in the unraveling of the Benson murder mystery and his saving of at least one innocent person from arrest, he has never to this day felt entirely compensated for the loss of those two little sketches on which he had set his heart.
As I was ushered into the living room that morning by Currie, a rare old English servant who acted as Vance's butler, valet, majordomo and, on occasions, specialty cook, Vance was sitting in a large armchair, attired in a surah silk dressing gown and gray suede slippers, with Vollard's book on Cézanne open across his knees.
"Forgive my not rising, Van." He greeted me casually. "I have the whole weight of the modern evolution in art resting on my legs. Furthermore, this plebeian early rising fatigues me, y'know."
He riffled the pages of the volume, pausing here and there at a reproduction.
"This chap Vollard," he remarked at length, "has been rather liberal with our art-fearing country. He has sent a really goodish collection of his Cézannes here. I viewed 'em yesterday with the proper reverence and, I might add, unconcern, for Kessler was watching me; and I've marked the ones I want you to buy for me as soon as the gallery opens this morning."
He handed me a small catalog he had been using as a bookmark.
"A beastly assignment, I know," he added, with an indolent smile. "These delicate little smudges with all their blank paper will prob'ly be meaningless to your legal mind--they're so unlike a neatly typed brief, don't y' know. And you'll no doubt think some of 'em are hung upside-down--one of 'em is, in fact, and even Kessler doesn't know it. But don't fret, Van old dear. They're very beautiful and valuable little knickknacks, and rather inexpensive when one considers what they'll be bringing in a few years. Really an excellent investment for some money-loving soul, y' know--inf'nitely better than that Lawyer's Equity Stock over which you grew so eloquent at the time of my dear Aunt Agatha's death."*
* As a matter of fact, the same watercolors that Vance obtained for $250 and $300 were bringing three times as much four years later.
Vance's one passion (if a purely intellectual enthusiasm may be called a passion) was art--not art in its narrow, personal aspects, but in its broader, more universal significance. And art was not only his dominating interest but his chief diversion. He was something of an authority on Japanese and Chinese prints; he knew tapestries and ceramics; and once I heard him give an impromptu causerie to a few guests on Tanagra figurines, which, had it been transcribed, would have made a most delightful and instructive monograph.
Vance had sufficient means to indulge his instinct for collecting, and possessed a fine assortment of pictures and objets d'art. His collection was heterogeneous only in its superficial characteristics: every piece he owned embodied some principle of form or line that related it to all the others. One who knew art could feel the unity and consistency in all the items with which he surrounded himself, however widely separated they were in point of time or métier or surface appeal. Vance, I have always felt, was one of those rare human beings, a collector with a definite philosophic point of view.
His apartment in East Thirty-eighth Street--actually the two top floors of an old mansion, beautifully remodeled and in part rebuilt to secure spacious rooms and lofty ceilings--was filled, but not crowded, with rare specimens of oriental and occidental, ancient and modern, art. His paintings ranged from the Italian primitives to Cézanne and Matisse; and among his collection of original drawings were works as widely separated as those of Michelangelo and Picasso. Vance's Chinese prints constituted one of the finest private collections in this country. They included beautiful examples of the work of Ririomin, Rianchu, Jinkomin, Kakei, and Mokkei.
"The Chinese," Vance once said to me, "are the truly
great artists of the East. They were the men whose work expressed most intensely a broad philosophic spirit. By contrast the Japanese were superficial. It's a long step between the little more than decorative souci of a Hokusai and the profoundly thoughtful and conscious artistry of a Ririomin. Even when Chinese art degenerated under the Manchus, we find in it a deep philosophic quality--a spiritual sensibilité, so to speak. And in the modern copies of copies--what is called the bunjinga style--we still have pictures of profound meaning."
Vance's catholicity of taste in art was remarkable. His collection was as varied as that of a museum. It embraced a black-figured amphora by Amasis, a proto-Corinthian vase in the Aegean style, Koubatcha and Rhodian plates, Athenian pottery, a sixteenth-century Italian holywater stoup of rock crystal, pewter of the Tudor period (several pieces bearing the double-rose hallmark), a bronze plaque by Cellini, a triptych of Limoges enamel, a Spanish retable of an altarpiece by Vallfogona, several Etruscan bronzes, an Indian Greco Buddhist, a statuette of the Goddess Kuan Yin from the Ming Dynasty, a number of very fine Renaissance woodcuts, and several specimens of Byzantine, Carolingian, and early French ivory carvings.
His Egyptian treasures included a gold jug from Zakazik, a statuette of the Lady Nai (as lovely as the one in the Louvre), two beautifully carved steles of the First Theban Age, various small sculptures comprising rare representations of Hapi and Amset, and several Arrentine bowls carved with Kalathiskos dancers. On top of one of his embayed Jacobean bookcases in the library, where most of his modern paintings and drawings were hung, was a fascinating group of African sculpture--ceremonial masks and statuette fetishes from French Guinea, the Sudan, Nigeria, the Ivory Coast, and the Congo.
A definite purpose has animated me in speaking at such length about Vance's art instinct, for, in order to understand fully the melodramatic adventures which began for him on that June morning, one must have a general idea of the man's penchants and inner promptings. His interest in art was an important--one might almost say the dominant--factor in his personality. I have never met a man quite like him--a man so apparently diversified and yet so fundamentally consistent.
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