It’s possibly a bit of an ask to cram this into the ‘academic mystery’ box as required by this month’s Tuesday Night Bloggers, but there’s too much of interest here not to look at. And the story does concern the seemingly-impossible disappearance of a group of children on their way home from school and so is probably just about allowable.
Nine young children in a station-wagon-acting-as-school-bus are being driven from their school to the nearby town where they live, a route which includes the ‘dugway’ road cut into the rock face between the two towns. The car is seen entering the dugway, the father of two of the children on board drives past it in the opposite direction and so is able to vouch for its presence…but it never emerges at the other side. A close inspection of the road reveals no evidence of the car having crashed through any barriers, the ice-covered lake below shows no breakages or disturbance to its surface, and the steepness of the rockface and density of the forestry thereon precludes any off-road antics even if the car was able to somehow pass through a safety barrier without leaving a mark.
This is quite a nice compact little story – in no way fair play, and excluding one really rather crucial piece of…well, ‘evidence’ isn’t quite the word, but ‘relevant information’, let’s say, that apparently never strikes the key person as worth mentioning. In a way it recalls Arthur Conan Doyle’s ‘The Lost Special’, which I had coincidentally reread this week as a key detail eluded me and was proving frustrating to the usually well-oiled working of my brain cogs, in which an entire train disappears in similar circumstances. You effectively have one of two solutions available to you here, and I’m obviously not going to divulge which one Pentecost goes for, but even when it feels a little hoary there’s much to recommend it.
For a start, the escalation in hysteria is as sudden as it is believable and unpleasant, with suspicion immediately falling on the young man who drives the wagon as soon as the impossibility of its disappearance has sunk in:
It didn’t matter that, until an hour ago, Jerry had been respected, trusted, liked. Their children were gone and Jerry had taken them somewhere. Why? Ransom. They would all get ransom letters in the morning, they said. A mass kidnapping. Jerry had the kids somewhere. […] Nobody stopped to think that Jerry’s father and Jerry’s girl might be as anxious about his absence as the others were about the missing children.
Additionally, Pentecost has a knack of getting inside his characters’ head and showing their increasingly agitated states with a canny combination of adjectives, speech, implied actions, and nifty similes:
Karl Dicker put his hand up to his cheek. There was a nerve there that had started to twitch, regular as the tick of a clock. “I like Jerry. I’d give the same kind of report on him you’ve been getting, Mr. Haviland. But you can’t pass up the facts. I’d have said he’d defend those kids with his life. But did he? And the old man—his father. He won’t answer questions directly. There’s something queer about him. Damn it, Mr. Haviland, my kids are—out there, somewhere!”
We can always rely on you to come up with an obscure story (well obscure to me anyways) and I think it counts as academic. I was never a fan of school buses as a teenager but heck at least I didn’t disappear on one! Liked reading about the real life disappearance as well and how like human nature to use that event as a way of boosting the sales of the book.
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Hell, not just boosting sales of the book but actually writing the book to sell! Not sure whether to be appalled at their shameless pecuniary motivation or delighted at their response to the unlikeliness of the similarities…
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It’s been quite a while since I read this one, JJ. In a collection somewhere, but I’ve no idea when or where. Definitely worth looking for again–thanks for highlighting it. And I definitely think it fits the “academic” theme.
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Phew! Would hate to be chucked out for Conduct Unbecoming or somesuch…
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I often hope when reading crime fiction that “bad guys” aren’t picking up hints from them, but usually I’m thinking about innovative murder methods rather than the disappearance of an entire bus! Fascinating that it should happen in real life… and I’m intrigued to know the solution in the book.
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Oh, yeah, I’ absolutely waiting for the ideal impossible disappearance trick that I can pull on someone. Not on massively expensive jewels, though. Obviously. Why would you think that?1
And, depending on your eagerness, you have two options for the solution – you can track down the story (available in the Black Lizard Big Ol’ Book of Lots of Impossibilities – though I may not have that titel exacly) or you can look it up via that unconscionably spoilerific article… Still can’t believe they were allowed to publish something like that. Shocking.
Or, depending on your reading, it’s possible you may have read it somewhere else first…
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This sounds intriguing, and I will accept its tenuous connection to academia, although how you always manage to cram an impossible crime story into any occasion beats me, bro!
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Some might say my linking everything to my paticular enthusiasm doesn’t seem possible, hein?
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I find the premise intriguing, as a locomotive spin on the locked-room/ impossible crime genre. 🙂
Today is a good day, as I received my package from Ramble House much sooner than expected: with Penny, Afford and Berrow in it!
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Heeeey! The more people reading Max Afford, Norman Berrow, and Rupert Penny, the happier place the world will be. That’s a definite fact, established beyond the need for proof. Enjoy!
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