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Ellery Queen has now opened his own detective agency, Ellery Queen, Inc., on Times Square, New York, and his very first case develops into a complex and spell-binding tale of crime, intrigue, and extraordinary deduction. In its telling, the author has returned to the style and method of such earlier great successes as THE DUTCH SHOE MYSTERY, THE SIAMESE TWIN MYSTERY, etc. Here again we meet Inspector Queen, Sergeant Velie and other earlier favorites and again Ellery Queen applies his analytical deductive methods to one of the most puzzling murder plots ever uncovered in the annals of crime. Six months after paying Ellery a handsome retainer, a retired munitions magnate, worth many millions, dies on his yacht in the Caribbean. Peculiar circumstances! An important man is quickly buried at sea with no medical certificate and no autopsy! Crew quickly dispersed before they can be questioned! Only Ellerys diamond sharp wits could cut through the web of tangled events and arrive at the dramatic solution.

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Ellery Queen

The Dragons Teeth

Part One

I. The Vanishing American

Meet Beau Rummell.

No, not Beau Brummell; he was a London gentleman of fashion born in the year 1778... Beau Rummell. Beau Rummell was born in Cherry Street, New York City, in the year 1914.

Never think that Beau took his name meekly. From boyhood he was ready to fight the human race, one wit at a time, in defense of his self-respect. He even tried subterfuge. He would change his name to Buck, or Butch, or something equally manly. But it was no use.

Rummell? Rummell? Say, ya know what? Your first name oughta be Beau. Beau Rummell. Haw, haw, haw!

Beaus personality was moulded in the crucible of that bitter name. At the age of twelve, learning by investigation that his namesake had been Londons arbiter elegantiarum, first fop of his time, Beau became a passionate sartorial rebel; and to this day, if you meet a large young man with scarred knuckles who looks as if he had slept in all his clothing for two months consecutively, you may be sure he is no hungry derelict, but Beau Rummell.

To the despair of his father, Inspector Johnny Rummell of the Narcotic Squad, Beau was always running away. He ran away from the intelligent humorists of Columbia Law School three times first to shovel sand in a river-tunnel operation, only to be driven back into the arms of Contracts when a brawny Lithuanian sand-hog discovered the secret of his shame; then to become press-agent for a third-rate circus, an episode terminating in a bloody brawl with Bongo the Strong Man, who thought he could lick any one named Beau and discovered on being revived that he had been laboring, as the phrase goes, under a misapprehension; the third time to sling rivets high above Sixth Avenue. That was the time he almost fell forty stories scrambling angrily after a tormentor; thereafter he chose refuges nearer Mother Earth.

He fled during his summer vacations, too once to Hollywood, once to Alaska, once to the beckoning southern spheres by way of a freighter Rio-bound. This last was a bad mistake of judgment, for the supercargo was an educated man who delightedly passed the good word around to the crew, so that it became necessary for young Mr. Rummell to punish aspersions upon his Christian name with a whole ocean as his battleground, and no escape except by swimming.

Mr. Ellery Queen heard of him when Inspector Johnny died.

Inspector Queen took the death of his old friend hardly; he wanted to do something for the son.

The boys at loose ends, the Inspector told Ellery. Graduate lawyer, but hes quit and, conditions being what they are, I cant say I blame him. Besides, he wasnt made to grow soft in a swivel-chair. Hes a restless sprout, tough as hardtack. Done everything been to sea, slung rivets, bummed his way around the country, picked oranges in California, dug ditches on WPA projects... everything, that is, except find himself. And now, with John gone, hes worse off than ever. Cocky sonofagun, Beau is; thinks he knows everything. Darned near does, too.

What did you say the name was? asked Ellery.

The Inspector said: Beau.

Beau Rummell? Ellery began to smile.

I knew you would. Everybody does. Thats Beaus cross. Only dont make fun of it to his face he goes berserk.

Why dont you make a cop of him?

Hed make a good one at that, except for his blamed restlessness. Matter of fact, hes got a notion hed like to open a detective agency. The Inspector grinned. I guess hes been reading some of your terrible detective stories.

This Peregrine Pickle of yours, said Mr. Queen hastily, interests me. Lets hunt him up.

They found Mr. Rummell consuming corned-beef sandwiches in Louies Grill, two blocks west of Centre Street.

Hello, Beau, said the Inspector.

Lo, pop. Hows crime?

Still with us. Beau, Id like to have you meet my son, Ellery.

Hi, Beau, said Mr. Queen.

The young man set down his sandwich and examined Mr. Queen with minute attention, concentrating on the eyes and mouth, as suspicious as a hound on the scratch for fleas. But when he found no trace of mirth, but only grave amiability, Beau extended his strife-scarred paw, and bellowed for the bartender, and after a while the Inspector went away smiling sensibly in the concealing thicket of his mustache.

That was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. For Mr. Queen found himself drawn irresistibly to this vast, cynical-eyed young man with the air of self-confidence and the broad span of shoulder draped in wrinkled cloth.

Later, when Ellery Queen, Inc., Confidential Investigations was born, Mr. Queen often wondered exactly how it had come to pass. The conversation in Louies Grill involved the rotten state of the universe, mans inhumanity to man, Beaus personal ambitions, and suddenly, by a sort of magic, they were talking over an enterprise.

Mr. Queen was astonished to discover that he was about to become Mr. Rummells partner in a detective agency.

Ive got a few thousand dollars, said Beau, left by my old man, and Im lapping em up. Theyd be better invested in my future.

I know, but

Oh, but he was young, willing, and able. He had legal training, physical courage, the ability to use firearms, a knowledge of the sinkholes of New York and of police methods.

After all, he grinned, you cant be a cops son without getting all that. You ought to know! and so, how about it?

But why me? asked Mr. Queen in dismay.

Because youve got a rep. Everybody knows the name of Queen in this town. Its synonymous with detective. I want to cash in on your rep.

Oh, you do? asked Mr. Queen feebly.

Look, Ellery, you wont have to do a lick of work. Ill do it all. Ill run my legs off. Ill work twenty hours a day. Ill sink all my dough. Hell, theres nothing to this detective racket!

No? asked Mr. Queen.

All I wants your name on the door Ill do the rest!

Mr. Queen found himself saying he would think about it.

The next day Mr. Rummell called up and invited him to visit a certain suite in a Times Square office-building.

When Mr. Queen got there he saw his name already gilt-lettered on the front door.

Mr. Rummell, freshly shaved for the occasion, bowed him into a three-room suite. Some stuff, huh? Meet our new secretary! And he presented an aged virgin named Miss Hecuba Penny who already, after only an hours association, was regarding Mr. Beau Rummell with a furtive, prim, but powerful passion.

Mr. Queen surrendered, feeling a little as if he had run several miles. But he liked the feeling, too.

One bright day in May Beau telephoned Ellery, demanding his partners presence immediately. There was such excitement in his voice that even the unemotional Mr. Queen was stirred.

He found Beau rearranging office furniture with one hand and with the other adjusting his disreputable necktie, so he knew that an event of unusual importance had occurred.

What dye think? Beau roared. No divorce. No find-our-dear-runaway-Nellie. No insurance fraud. Its a real case this time, my friend!

What kind of case?

Who knows? Who cares? He wouldnt say. But its bound to be something big, because hes got all the money there is!

Whos he?

The Man Nobody Knows. The Ghost of Wall Street. The Vanishing American. Cadmus Cole in person!

The great man himself, it appeared, had telephoned for an appointment. He had specifically asked for Mr. Queen Mr. Queen, and no other. Mr. Rummell had promised to produce Mr. Queen; he would have promised to produce the equestrian statue of General Grant.

Hell be here in fifteen minutes, said Beau, jubilantly. What a break! Now keep me out of it. He insisted on you. What dye know about him? I buzzed Tom Creevich of the

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