It's good to remember (or learn) that the early function of DC's most mysterious character was... demystifying phenomena.
It's good to remember (or learn) that the early function of DC's most mysterious character was... demystifying phenomena.
While Jim goes to Headquarters to arrange the arrest of Darnell the Fence of Stolen Goods, Speed inquires after whether Diamond Merchant Brent has booked passage back to Europe.
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| I want to live in a world where everyone's plot function is highlighted by a small plaque at the front of their desk. |
But then, while checking in with Headquarters, which is where he's from, Speed receives some rattling news!
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| Well. Looks like Darnell's not a very good fence, is he? |
Apparently, Darnell can't tell paste from diamond, which you really should be able to do if (1) you are a fence of stolden goods and (2) the object in question is 200 carats. Elias Brent, the Biggest Diamond Merchant in Europe, is no fool; he dumped a fake diamond off on Darnell to throw Speed on his trail (which wasn't getting warm after all!).
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| PRETTY sure that's just not how warrants work, Speed. Do ANY of your cases make it through court? |
Oh, look, that ship must be the S.S. Gotham, since that's Reginald Denny as Commodore Schmidlapp, who's got a deucedly clever invention stored in the hold below, should be worth millions of yankee dollars, pip pip!
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| "KISS him, if you must!" |
Inside Brent's cabin, Speed finds chloral, because apparently Brent never throws ANYTHING away.
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| Except jeweler's pouches, I guess. |
Then, weirdly, Speed is all worried that Brent will board the boat, which will somehow put him out of Speed's jurisdiction. This seems silly for two reasons; first, the idea that Speed's jurisdiction has limits OF ANY KIND is laughable, and, second, Speed started in the Harbor Patrol, so the water is where his jurisdiction STARTED.
Anyway, they do catch Brent before he boards and fortunately they don't have or need a warrant.
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| I say fortunately because Speed (and the writer) has forgotten that Brent's first name is ELIAS. If the warrant had been made out with the wrong name, it would have been void. |
Brent then asks the question we've ALL wanted to ask Speed, but never dared to.
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| Mr. Brent; have you SEEN Speed's clothes? Seems like a silly question. |
The Speedspanation is supposed to make everything clear, but, as usual, it does no such thing.
Trying to make it look like a suicide by locking the door on the inside was exactly what let Speed know it wasn't a suicide because...
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| If it had been a REAL suicide, he would have left the door open so his son could be the first person to find his corpse. Solid reasoning there, Speed. |
You win, Speed. I cannot for the life of me figure out why Brent would bring an insanely valuable diamond from Europe, then kill a diamond merchant he'd told about it, then pretend to sell the diamond, all in order just to get right back on the boat to Europe. With the diamond.
I can ONLY assume that the writer simply got it BACKWARDS and the plot was supposed to be that HILTON was showing the diamond to BRENT. There is no other interpretation that makes any sense and even THAT one would still point directly to Brent and the missing diamond, since the secretary knew about their appointment.
Jeez, with stories like this, it's no WONDER Detective Comics was so easily taken over by Batman.
Speed has stopped by for a casual chat with Darnell The Fence of Stolen Goods.
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| Smooth, Speed; really smooth. |
Darnell is less than cooperative.
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| You don't get to be as well known of a fence as Darnell without a cool composure. |
From this interaction, Speed deduced that the European Diamond Merchant did, in fact, dump the diamond he stole from Jim's dad at Darnell's.
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| Headquarters! That's where Speed is from, you know. |
At Headquarters we learn some very important information from the Chief Coroner.
Oh, we also learned that Mr. Hilton had been drugged with chloral. By which the coroner doesn't mean the organic compound trichloroacetaldehyde, but rather the result of its union with water, chloral hydrate, commonly used as a hypnotic or sedative agent since 1869.
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| You can tell because it looks like a person zonked out on the ground after wiping out while ice-skating. |
Speed's assumption that the chloral hydrate was administered BEFORE Mr. Hilton was shot is correct.
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| What about the normal shading of the face, doc? Because that appears to have been greatly maximized. |
One supposes Speed might have gotten this information over the phone but perhaps he wanted to show Jim Headquarters, which is, after all, where Speed is from.
Then they dash BACK to the hotel that may or may not be named "Hilton".
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| "Given the speed at which I operate, I have a hunch my intial search was cursory and shoddy!" |
Sure enough, Speed finds something that the previous investigation did not reveal.
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| Do you think maybe Mr. Hilton LIVED at the hotel? That's a thing that used to happen in those days, before they invented condos. |
Surely, if Jim was able to tell at a glance his father's coffee cups, he'll be able to identify whether this is his father's diamond bag. And, yes, traditionally, jewelers DID use small leather pouches for carrying jewels. Probably a medieval thing.
Drumroll, please...
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| MH: Mr. Hilton |
Hm. So the pouches belongs to... someone else? Another diamond merchant? Elias Brent, we can assume? But this line of reasoning is cut short by the arrival of a stranger in the doorway!
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| "Wuh-ellll, ya got trouble my friends, right here in Saunders City! Trouble with a capital T and that rhymes with C and that stands for CHLORAL!" |
I'm glad he introduced himself or I might have thought THIS one was Nikola Tesla. This dandy fresh off the Rock Island Line is here as a Useful Male Informant. I don't believe I caught his name, but I don't believe he dropped it. Surely Mr. Secretary will provide us useful information!
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| ... Wait. Wait. I... what? WTH? |
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| NO, SPEED, IT IS DOES NOT MAKE SENSE AND NOW MATTER HOW LONG YOU STARE AT ME IT WON'T CHANGE THAT. |
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| "Don't I need to, you know, be some sort of officer to get a warrant from Headquarters?" "Of course not, Jim. Just tell them I sent you; I'm from there. |
But of course the bullets completely miss Speed and Jim!
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| Oh. Ow. Ow ow. I may have spoken a bit too soon. |
Well. That's embarassing.
Given that there was one Bang, one Bam, and one Boom, we can presume that Brent/Brandon shot at least three times in what apparently must be described as a Withering Blast of Bullets, after which Speed and Jim fell to the floor. So... they simply MUST be dead.
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| NOPE; JUST FLESH WOUNDS. |
Of course; I should have realized that no mere bullet would dare harm Speed Saunders, not even at close range. Besides Brent is a European who obviously doesn't know how to handle a forty-five. Speed, through sheer force of will and in the interest of time, manifests a Viennese-style doctor to treat the wounds (they are European wounds, after all). Speed explains his presence and Brent, who recognizes Speed because everyone recognizes Speed, simply apologizes and toddles off, despite having just SHOT someone From Headquarters.
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| "I shoot a lot of people, you see; it's already in my budget." |
Jim, playing audience surrogate, helps us realize that Speed was just trying to fool Brent/Brandon about Jim's father's death being a suicide.
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| "Jeez, Jim, how stupid ARE you? I'm unadopting you." |
Fortunately, although not even fully out of the room, Brent can't hear their plan, probably because he wasn't hearing ear protection when he fired a forty-five. They've got to follow him (which you can't do by tesseracting or shadow-traveling) so they take a taxi.
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| Okay, Jim, the son of a diamond merchant; exactly how and why do you know that Darnell is a fence for stolen goods? |
Then Speed says something that no other English-speaker has ever said.
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| Trails only get cold, Speed; they do not "get warm". That is not how English works. Or entropy. |
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| Have you notice that no one has questioned why Brent is traveling under an assumed name? Or is that just something that European Diamond Merchants do on the regular, for security reasons? |
I am eager to see how Speed approaches this interview. "Hi, Darnell; have you recently fenced any stolen diamonds? I'm from Headquarters."
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| I can already tell this interview will not go well. |
Tomorrow: the intervew does not go well!
When last we left Speed (and his new tagalong, "Jim", Son of Corpse), he was following up on a hunch (as he often does).
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| "Later"? Is this the Hunch Following or AFTER the Hunch Following? Even a veteran of Speed Saunders stories such as I has trouble holding on as the plot roars along at breakneck Speed. |
Pause for a moment to appreciate the worldliness of Speed Saunders, who recognizes by sight the Biggest Diamond Merchant in Europe, Elias Brent. As well as the natural Ace Investigator skills his sidekick is quickly acquiring.
"HAVE HIS STOMACH PUMPED!"
"Let's not rush things, Jim..."
I guess it helps that Brent is DRESSED European; the bowler, the wing collar, the cravate, the carnation, the dress gloves. If he had a mustache I'd assume he was Nikola Tesla, just coming back to his hotel from feeding the pigeons.
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| Also, Nik didn't have a scar (thanks to those big rubber shoes he worn in the lab). |
You know what used to be VERY easy back in the day, before credit cards? Lodging under an assumed name. It happens all the time in old movies.
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| A diagonal scar? I thought he just had well-defined cheekbones. Well, such is Golden Age art. |
Turns out Mr. Brent is posing as... MR. BRANDON. Whatever that means.
Note this part of the panel very well:
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| You see, Room 411 is located directly BELOW Room 511; it's a plot point and this panel foreshadows that. Such is Golden Age art! |
Next we get one of my favorite Speed Saunders quotes, one that I use myself all the time:
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| "I'm from Headquarters." |
Headquarters? Headquarters of what? It doesn't matter; of EVERYTHING. Whatever the relevant authority is, Speed is from its Headquarters.
Speed and Jim go to 411 for some information.
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| For those who keep track of such things; this bellhop may be the only black person in a Speed Saunders story. |
Where Speed discovers the most non-descript generic coffee cups imaginable.
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| Which Jim somehow manages to immediately and unquestionably identify as belonging to his father. Maybe that's his dad's lipstick? |
I think "generic" undersells it; these are the very instantiations of the Platonic Ideal of Coffee Cup.
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| This story, by the way, is in the exact period when melamine cups and dishes were being popularized among American consumers. Jim's dad was HIP. |
Before we, the readers, can even think of asking, "Who on earth TRAVELS with their own coffee cups?!", Speed focuses on some... napkins? Wax paper? Receipts? Proto-postit notes? Lipstick blotters? Who can tell?
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| WHAT ARE THEY GOOD FOR, SPEED, TELL US QUICKLY BEFORE-- |
SUDDENLY A SHOT RINGS OUT!
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| Okay, fine; NOW I can tell it's a scar. |
Thus did the Biggest Diamond Merchant in Europe, Elias Brent (whom we are apparently now calling by his pseudonym, "Brandon") shoot both Speed and Jim to death, may they rest in peace. Don't mess with the Antwerp mafia!
Tomorrow: We pay our final respects to Speed Saunders (and his sidekick, Jim).
Meanwhile, in Detective #18, we find:
We join this episode of Speed Saunders, already in progress!
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| Yes, this is the first panel. Speed has work to do and can't wait around for you to catch up. |
Who is the corpse? Who's the non-chalant blond kid? Does getting a chemical report involve stomach-pumping? Who knows! It's Speed Saunders, just run with it...
Something big and dangerous, Speed? Like.... a bear? Do you think the diamond merchant was shot by a bear? Or maybe a talking gorilla, like the one you fought before? Curious to see where this hunch takes you!
Turns out, this is a "locked room" mystery.
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| "He entertained someone?" "Sorry to have to break it to you, kid, but... your father was a veritable strumpet." |
"Your father was not ready for bed." He looks pretty ready to me, Speed. He's wearing a robe and lying in bed. But if he did commit suicide, would he really "get ready for bed" first? Pretty sure that's not a thing suicides do. "Must remember to set the alarm before I shoot myself; wouldn't want to oversleep!"
Speed, however, is not some methodical fanciful fop like Hercule Poirot; Speed is an active action-oriented fop. As such, Speed does not have time or patience for "locked room" mysteries and so dismisses THAT part IMMEDIATELY.
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| There was a time when you needed a key to lock a door from the inside, as weird as that now seems. That's the time Speed lives in. |
Jim -- or is it Jim Junior? -- is disconsolate. Having lost his father, in his despair he naturally chooses Speed as a role model and immediately starts to look like him.
In mere moments, Jim Junior's transformation into Speed Junior is nearly complete.
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| Speed Junior would later become a founding member of the Teen Ace Investigators, along with Slap Bradley, Denise Colt, and Coco, Maid of Disguise. |
Speed has a hunch! Let's see how THAT turns out...