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Taken for a Ride
Taken for a Ride
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Dr. Portal brought a baffling case to Mme. Storey: Dr. Edgar McComb was found shot dead in his office. It attracted very little notice simply because there were no sensational circumstances. Now that a month has passed, it remained a mystery. The police had nothing to go on. No clues of any sort. Nobody saw the assailant enter or leave the building; no fingerprints were found in the room save those of the doctor himself. And even more baffling, no possible motive for the crime had been unearthed.

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Release dateFeb 5, 2022
ISBN9781479471997
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    COPYRIGHT INFORMATION

    INTRODUCTION

    TAKEN FOR A RIDE, by Hulbert Footner

    COPYRIGHT INFORMATION

    Copyright © 2022 by Wildside Press LLC.

    Originally published in 1939.

    Published by Wildside Press LLC.

    wildsidepress.com | bcmystery.com

    INTRODUCTION

    Hulbert Footner (1879–1944) was a Canadian-born American writer best known for his adventure and detective fiction. He was born in Canada, but grew up in New York City, where he attended elementary school—beyond that, he was entirely self educated. He began writing poetry and non-fiction in the earliest days of the 20th century, publishing essays about such topics as canoe trips on the Hudson River. Like most writers, he explored various jobs and genres of fiction, including newspaper reporting and journalism, as well as acting (which allowed him to see much of the United States when he toured in a production of Sherlock Holmes). His early novels were adventures set in the Canadian Northwest, which he had helped explore by canoe and document for publication while working as a reporter in his newspaper days.

    His friend Christopher Morley, also a writer of books and poetry, steered him away from northwestern stories into crime stories and romance. Here Footner met his biggest success with the creation of beautiful and brilliant Madame Rosika Storey. The Madame Storey mysteries fit well in the Roaring 1920s. They appeared in leading pulp magazines of the day every year from 1922 through 1935. When reissued as books, the series consisted of:

    The Under Dogs

    Madame Storey

    The Velvet Hand

    The Doctor Who Held Hands

    Easy to Kill

    The Casual Murderer

    The Almost Perfect Murder

    Dangerous Cargo

    The Kidnapping of Madame Storey

    This success allowed him to travel, and his family spent a year in Europe in 1932-1933.

    His earnings fell fell during the Great Depression, which eventually had a grim effect on the family's time in Europe. It led to Footner having a heart attack during the winter of 1933 while on the Côte d’Azur. He recovered, though, and his subsequent production of novels, non-fiction books, and even a play were prolific, although he would never again traveled far from New York.

    His book sales fell as the depression deepened in the 1930s. To try to recapture his place in the mystery field, he introduced a new detective, Amos Lee Mappin, a successful, middle aged mystery writer, whose crimes tended to occur in New York’s cafe society. He published Mappin stories until his death in 1944, alternating at times with Madame Storey.

    —Karl Wurf

    Rockville, Maryland

    TAKEN FOR A RIDE,

    by Hulbert Footner

    I

    The seats sent to Madame Storey and I were in row S about half-way back in the immense auditorium; the opera was Siegfried. The Terwilliger box was still unoccupied when the curtain went up, and I had to possess my soul in patience during the long first act, which was played to a completely darkened house. I was so excited I could give less than half my attention to the music. Owing to the prominence of the persons concerned, our new case bade fair to be one of the biggest things Mme. Storey had ever undertaken. Terwilliger is a name to conjure with all over the world. The Terwilligers are our Rothschilds.

    The moment the lights went up I turned my head over my shoulder. The Terwilliger box is in the centre of the golden horseshoe; that is to say, where the royal box would be if this did not happen to be a republic. The party had come. In the right-hand corner I recognised the effulgent Mrs. Terwilliger in green velvet and diamonds, but the other two ladies were strangers to me. Neither could I identify the three gentlemen in the obscurity of the back of the box. I speculated vainly upon which might be Dr. Felix Portal, head of the Terwilliger Institute, and an even more famous man, if that is possible, than his wealthy patron. It was Dr. Portal who was responsible for our presence in the opera house that night.

    We did not immediately leave our seats for the intermission, since we had no wish to advertise our presence generally in the foyer. We waited until people were beginning to drift back down the aisles before we got up and mixed with the gossiping, cigarette-smoking throng outside. When the bell rang to give warning of the second act we scurried along like everybody else, and so contrived it that the rising of the curtain found us in the secluded corridor back of the parterre boxes. It was quickly emptied of all save ourselves. When we were satisfied nobody was observing us, we opened the door leading into the Terwilliger box.

    The door does not lead directly into the box but into a charming little ante-room furnished like the rest of the magnificent old building in red and gold. There were dainty little sofas and chairs with curved legs as in a boudoir. We were separated from the box proper by heavy velvet curtains which are kept closely drawn during the performance. As we

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