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Trapped on a burning mountain, the Queens take refuge with a killer Dashing detective Ellery Queen and his father are driving over the pothole-scarred Arrow Mountain road when they come face to face with a wall of flame. They tear back in the other direction, fire at their fenders, and finally find safety in a clearing, at the home of Dr. Xavier, a renowned surgeon. He is a genial man, but his distracted, mysterious smile conceals dark secrets. Passing through one of the drafty hallways, Ellery's father is startled by a pair of eyes burning in the darkness - the eyes of a monster. Could they be trapped on some kind of mountain of Dr. Moreau? Dr. Xavier introduces them to the rest of his household, including his wife, brother, and medical assistant. Everyone's welcoming, but they also seem anxious and cagey. When the good doctor is found shot to death in his study, Queen realizes that he and his father have more to fear than a pair of sinister eyes. The Queens may have escaped the forest fire, but they have leapt into a situation that is every bit as hot. Review quote: "A new Ellery Queen book has always been something to look forward to for many years now." - Agatha Christie "Ellery Queen is the American detective story." - Anthony Boucher, author of Nine Times Nine "A great way to visit Moscow without having to live there." - San Jose Mercury News Biographical note: Ellery Queen was a pen name created and shared by two cousins, Frederic Dannay (1905-1982) and Manfred B. Lee (1905-1971), as well as the name of their most famous detective. Born in Brooklyn, they spent forty-two years writing, editing, and anthologizing under the name, gaining a reputation as the foremost American authors of the Golden Age "fair play" mystery. Although eventually famous on television and radio, Queen's first appearance came in 1928, when the cousins won a mystery-writing contest with the book that was later published as The Roman Hat Mystery. Their character was an amateur detective who uses his spare time to assist his police inspector uncle in solving baffling crimes. Besides writing the Queen novels, Dannay and Lee cofounded Ellery Queen's Mystery Magazine, one of the most influential crime publications of all time. Although Dannay outlived his cousin by nine years, he retired Queen upon Lee's death.

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Contents

Cover

About the Book

About the Author

Title Page

Copyright Page

PART I

1. The Burning Arrow

2. The “Thing”

3. The Queer People

4. Blood on the Sun

PART II

5. The Six of Spades

6. Smith

7. The Weeping Lady

8. Xiphopagus

9. The Murderer

10. Left and Right

PART III

11. The Graveyard

12. Beauty and the Beast

13. The Test

14. Cheater Cheated

PART IV

15. The Ring

16. The Diamond Knave

17. The Knave’s Tale

18. The Last Refuge

19. The Queen’s Tale

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Trapped on a burning mountain, the Queens take refuge with a killer

Dashing detective Ellery Queen and his father are driving over the pothole-scarred Arrow Mountain road when they come face to face with a wall of flame. They tear back in the other direction, fire at their fenders, and finally find safety in a clearing, at the home of Dr. Xavier, a renowned surgeon. He is a genial man, but his distracted, mysterious smile conceals dark secrets. Passing through one of the drafty hallways, Ellery’s father is startled by a pair of eyes burning in the darkness - the eyes of a monster. Could they be trapped on some kind of mountain of Dr. Moreau?

Dr. Xavier introduces them to the rest of his household, including his wife, brother, and medical assistant. Everyone’s welcoming, but they also seem anxious and cagey. When the good doctor is found shot to death in his study, Queen realizes that he and his father have more to fear than a pair of sinister eyes. The Queens may have escaped the forest fire, but they have leapt into a situation that is every bit as hot.

Review quote:

 “A new Ellery Queen book has always been something to look forward to for many years now.”  - Agatha Christie

“Ellery Queen is the American detective story.”  - Anthony Boucher, author of Nine Times Nine

“A great way to visit Moscow without having to live there.” - San Jose Mercury News

About the Author

Ellery Queen was a pen name created and shared by two cousins, Frederic Dannay (1905–1982) and Manfred B. Lee (1905–1971), as well as the name of their most famous detective. Born in Brooklyn, they spent forty-two years writing, editing, and anthologizing under the name, gaining a reputation as the foremost American authors of the Golden Age “fair play” mystery.

Although eventually famous on television and radio, Queen’s first appearance came in 1928, when the cousins won a mystery-writing contest with the book that would eventually be published as The Roman Hat Mystery. Their character was an amateur detective who uses his spare time to assist his police inspector uncle in solving baffling crimes. Besides writing the Queen novels, Dannay and Lee cofounded Ellery Queen’s Mystery Magazine, one of the most influential crime publications of all time. Although Dannay outlived his cousin by nine years, he retired Queen upon Lee’s death.

The Siamese Twin Mystery

Ellery Queen

 

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CAST OF CHARACTERS

Ellery and Inspector Queen—The father-son team who found themselves “captive” in the Tepee Mountains, they didn’t need smoke signals to realize they were in a hot spot

“Bones”—Loose-jointed, multitudinously wrinkled oldster, Xavier’s man had been an unfortunate derelict, and hadn’t managed to change most of his ways

Dr. John Xavier—The tall, handsome “Mayo of New England,” he had been doing mysterious work in secret, until someone did some on him

Mrs. Wheary—A staid, stout old woman, Xavier’s housekeeper was in charge of the closets, and any skeletons therein

Ann Forrest—Young, brown-eyed houseguest, she was composed by nature, but her metabolism was undergoing rapid change

Mark Xavier—John’s broad-shouldered, blond brother, his deep-set eyes were filled to the lids with antagonism for the Queens

Dr. Percival Holmes—Xavier’s young English assistant, he had chemical-stained fingers, but it looked as if he might have had the cleanest hands

Sarah Xavier—The doctor’s black-haired, olive-skinned wife, she had a commanding appearance, and her looks didn’t deceive

Marie Carreau—Gorgeous society woman, she was a guest in the doctor’s house for some evasive reason, and it wasn’t for her health

Francis and Julian—Bright, good-mannered sixteen-year-olds, they were held together by more than brotherly love

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The “Thing”!

Chapter OneTHE BURNING ARROW

THE ROAD LOOKED AS if it had been baked out of rubbly dough in a giant’s oven, removed in all its snaky length, unwound and laid in coils around the flank of the mountain, and then cheerfully stamped upon. Its crust, broiled by the sun, had risen quite as if one of its ingredients were yeast; it erupted like brown cornbread for fifty yards at a stretch and then, for no sane reason, sucked itself in to form tire-killing ruts for fifty more. To make life exciting for the unfortunate motorist who chanced upon that unhappy highway it had been so molded as to slue and curve and dip and wind and swoop and climb and broaden and narrow in a manner truly wonderful to behold. And it raised swarms of dust, each grain a locust ferociously bent upon biting into such damp crawling human flesh as it happened to alight upon.

Mr. Ellery Queen, totally unrecognizable by virtue of specked sunglasses over his aching eyes, linen cap pulled low, the wrinkles of his linen jacket filled with the grit of three counties, his skin where it showed a great raw wet irritation, humped his shoulders over the wheel of the battered Duesenberg, wrestling with it with a sort of desperate determination. He had cursed every curve in the alleged road from Tuckesas forty miles down the Valley, where it officially began, to the present point; and he had quite run out of words.

“Your own damn fault,” said his father peevishly. “Cripes, you’d think it would be cool in the mountains! I feel as if somebody’s scraped me all over with sandpaper.”

The Inspector, gray little Arab swathed to his eyes against the dust in a gray silk scarf, had been nursing a grudge which, like the road itself, bucked skyward and erupted at every fifty yards. He twisted, groaning, in his seat beside Ellery and peered sourly over the pile of luggage strapped behind at the lumpy stretch of paving in their wake. Then he slumped back.

“Told you to stick to the Valley pike, didn’t I?” He brandished his forefinger at the rush of hot sticky air.

“ ‘El,’ I said, ‘take my word for it—in these blasted mountains you never know what kind of squirty road you run into,’ I said. But no; you had to go and start explorin’ with night coming on, like—like some damn Columbus!” The Inspector paused to grumble at the deepening sky. “Stubborn. Just like your mother—rest her soul!” he added hastily, for he was after all a God-fearing old gentleman. “Well, I hope you’re satisfied.”

Ellery sighed and stole a glance from the zigzag expanse before him to the sky. The whole arc of heaven was purpling very softly and swiftly—a sight to rouse the poet in any man, he thought, except a tired, hot, and hungry one with a querulous sire at his side who not only grumbled but grumbled with unanswerable logic. The road along the foothills bordering the Valley looked inviting; there was something cool—by anticipation only, he thought sadly—in a vista of green trees.

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