THE DEAD LETTER

A title with a strong claim to be America’s very first detective novel, first published in 1866, returns to print again.

As Leslie S. Klinger’s lucid introduction indicates, Regester is one of the many pseudonyms used by Metta Victoria Fuller Victor (1831-1885), a fabulously prolific dime novelist whose sagas combined adventure, crime, sensation, and the supernatural in varying proportions. But the conventions of this tale are very much those of the formal detective story. After a prologue showing how Richard Redfield, a clerk in the dead letter office, is electrified when he opens and reads a cryptic undelivered letter, Regester flashes back two years to the fatal stabbing of Henry Moreland. The victim’s fiancee, Eleanor Argyll, can’t help suspecting Redfield of the crime although, or because, he’s practically one of the family: a law student who works in the chambers of her father, Blankville attorney John Argyll, and happens to be sweet on Eleanor himself. Although the first clues implicate not Redfield but young seamstress Leesy Sullivan, Argyll, upon discovering that he’s been robbed of $2,000, asks Redfield to engage Mr. Burton, a noted detective, to look into the crimes. Burton follows the trail of the killer downstate to Manhattan, out west, and, with remarkable abruptness, to Acapulco before he identifies both the miscreant who stabbed Henry Moreland to death and the even more despicable client who hired the murderer. Conscientious, intuitive Burton, who prides himself on his ability to “feel the presence of criminals,” is no threat to Sherlock Holmes or even Ebenezer Gryce, and the only readers fooled by the solution will be those expecting twists that never arrive.

A document of unquestioned historical importance that only the most devoted genre fans will read for fun.