The Leavenworth Case published in 1878 and subtitled A Lawyer's Story, is a detective novel by Anna Katharine Green. It is also her first novel and she came to be called "the mother of the detective novel" writing more than twenty detective novels and a whole bunch of other books that weren't about crime and murder and all that stuff. Green first wanted to write poetry, but when her poetry failed to gain recognition, she switched to novels. Her first and best known novel, The Leavenworth Case, was praised by Wilkie Collins, and the best seller of the year. I wonder how many books were published in 1878, or now for that matter. It doesn't seem so great to be the best seller of the year if hardly anymore books were published, it doesn't seem like it would be an easy thing to do back then. No matter how hard it was Green became a bestselling author, eventually publishing about 40 books.
On November 25, 1884, Green married the actor and stove designer, and later noted furniture maker, Charles Rohlfs, who was seven years her junior. He was a actor, stove designer and furniture maker? Sounds like what people do around here, or used to. Every town had a funeral home, but never just a funeral home, it was always ........Funeral Home and Furniture Store. Each and every town had one, when I was a kid I used to wonder if they were selling the dead person's furniture in the store half of the building. We still have the funeral homes but for some reason most of the furniture stores are gone. Anyway, Rohlfs toured in a dramatization of Green's The Leavenworth Case. After his theater career faltered, he became a furniture maker in 1897, I'm not sure where the stove designer came in. But I'm not talking about Green, her husband, and furniture, at least I shouldn't be, I should be talking about The Leavenworth Case so here we go.
The story begins with a young man coming in to the firm of "Veeley, Carr & Raymond, attorneys and counsellors at law". This young man asks for Mr. Veeley, unfortunately he isn't available, he's been called out of town, so this young man tells our narrator, a junior partner of Mr. Veeley's, why he is there. It seems that young man is the secretary for Mr. Leavenworth and Mr. Leavenworth has just been found dead, murdered even:
“Mr. Leavenworth!” I exclaimed, falling back a step. Mr. Leavenworth was an old client of our firm, to say nothing of his being the particular friend of Mr. Veeley.
“Yes, murdered; shot through the head by some unknown person while sitting at his library table.”
“Shot! murdered!” I could scarcely believe my ears.
“How? when?” I gasped.
“Last night. At least, so we suppose. He was not found till this morning. I am Mr. Leavenworth’s private secretary,” he explained, “and live in the family. It was a dreadful shock,” he went on, “especially to the ladies.”
“Dreadful!” I repeated. “Mr. Veeley will be overwhelmed by it.”
“They are all alone,” he continued in a low businesslike way I afterwards found to be inseparable from the man; “the Misses Leavenworth, I mean—Mr. Leavenworth’s nieces; and as an inquest is to be held there to-day it is deemed proper for them to have some one present capable of advising them. As Mr. Veeley was their uncle’s best friend, they naturally sent me for him; but he being absent I am at a loss what to do or where to go.”
“I am a stranger to the ladies,” was my hesitating reply, “but if I can be of any assistance to them, my respect for their uncle is such——”
The expression of the secretary’s eye stopped me. Without seeming to wander from my face, its pupil had suddenly dilated till it appeared to embrace my whole person with its scope.
“I don’t know,” he finally remarked, a slight frown, testifying to the fact that he was not altogether pleased with the turn affairs were taking. “Perhaps it would be best. The ladies must not be left alone——”
“Say no more; I will go.” And, sitting down, I despatched a hurried message to Mr. Veeley, after which, and the few other preparations necessary, I accompanied the secretary to the street."
Ok, here are some little details I remember that we may need to solve the crime; Mr. Leavenworth was last seen by the secretary the night before sitting at his desk. He was found in the morning by the same secretary sitting at the same place. Even though he was shot in the head it couldn't have been a suicide, the gun can't be found. Nothing is missing so it isn't a robbery. Here is an interesting thing we must keep in mind to solve the crime:
"Employing the time, therefore, in running over in my mind what I knew of Mr. Leavenworth, I found that my knowledge was limited to the bare fact of his being a retired merchant of great wealth and fine social position who, in default of possessing children of his own, had taken into his home two nieces, one of whom had already been declared his heiress. To be sure, I had heard Mr. Veeley speak of his eccentricities, giving as an instance this very fact of his making a will in favor of one niece to the utter exclusion of the other; but of his habits of life and connection with the world at large, I knew little or nothing."
I don't even need that to solve the murder, I need to solve the mystery of why he would so favor the one niece over the other and make it clear to everyone. It seems mean, although I guess he wouldn't have had to take them into his house at all. Anyway, once the secretary whose name I can't at the moment remember and Mr. Raymond, our narrator, arrive at the house they find one of the city's finest detectives, Mr. Ebenezer Gryce is there. I found out later that Mr. Gryce is there for most if not all of Green's detective novels.
Back to the things we need to remember to solve the murder. The house was locked up for the night, no one could get in, according to the butler that is. He testifies - at the coroner's inquest - that he locked all the doors and windows the night before and they were still all locked when they found Mr. Leavenworth. No one could have got in the house, so that means someone already in the house must have committed the murder. That leaves us with the butler, the cook, Molly the upstairs girl, the secretary who's name I finally remember, Mr. Harwell, and the two nieces, Miss Mary and Miss Eleanore. Oh, and then there's Hannah, or I guess, there isn't Hannah. She is the ladies maid and she is missing. According to the testimony of the cook, the night before Hannah had a toothache so she went to see Miss Eleanore who is good with things like toothaches, headaches, all kinds of aches. She never comes back however, and no one seems to know what happened to her. Oh, and not only was the house locked but the room Mr. Leavenworth was in was also locked and there is no key anywhere. Not yet anyway.
See, there is a murder, and in a locked room of course, with no weapon and no key. Plenty of suspects, especially one of those nieces, speaking of the nieces, it is clear - well, it's supposed to be - that Miss Eleanore is the murderer, but Eleanore is also the niece who doesn't inherit anything, wouldn't it make more sense for Eleanore to keep her uncle alive? That was just my first thought when the blame started falling on her. Anyway, as I said, plenty of suspects, locked rooms, and such things, what else do we need for a good mystery story? Just in case we need anything else, there is also a secret marriage, a written confession, another dead body, papers found burnt in a fireplace, all sorts of things that I could name, but I want you to read the story for yourselves and I'll never remember it all anyway. I liked the book, it was a fun mystery story, I'm not sure how early in the book I had it figured out, that's the fun for me, seeing how early in the book I can find the real bad guy. Happy hunting.