March 14, 2007
They Don’t Write ’em Like That Any More

From Max Carrados, Detective, by Ernest Bramah, Methuen & Co., Ltd, 1924:

“Elsie wishes my advice with regard to her next-door neighbour. He is an elderly man of retiring disposition and he makes a practice of throwing kidneys over into her garden.”

“Kittens! Throwing kittens?”

“No, no, Max. Kidneys. Stewed k-i-d-n-e-y-s. It is a little difficult to explain plausibly over a badly vibrating telephone, I admit, but that is what Elsie’s letter assured me, and she adds that she is in despair.”

“At all events, it makes the lady quite independent of the butcher, Louis!”

“I have no further particulars, Max. It may be a solitary diurnal offering, or the sky may at times appear to rain kidneys. If it is a mania the symptoms may even have become more pronounced and the man is possibly showering beef-steaks across by this time. I will make full inquiry and let you know.”


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Posted by Jerome Doolittle at March 14, 2007 09:00 AM
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Some do, for example José Luis Correa with his detective Ricardo Blanco of Gran Canaria. Only he does it in Spanish.
His 'Death in April' and 'Fourteen Days in November' are among the best I've read for a long time.

Posted by: Peter on March 14, 2007 2:47 PM

Who knew that they had vibrating telephones in 1924?

Posted by: Furber on March 14, 2007 6:19 PM
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