#113: The Tuesday Night Bloggers – A Circular Tour Through My Brain as I Attempt to Read ‘The Poisoned Dow ’08’ (1933) by Dorothy L. Sayers

TNBs Poison

It being the ever-approaching end of the academic year, I’ve tended to focus on short stories for these Tuesday Night Bloggers posts on poison because I simply haven’t had the time to read more than one book a week, and I need to keep those for my Thursday reviews.  So this week I thought I’d take on one of Dorothy L. Sayers’ short stories featuring her other sleuth, the purveyor of fine wines that is Mr. Montague Egg.  This is another one taken from The Big Ol’ Black Lizard Book of Wowsa That’s a Lot of Stories Massive Gigantic Compendium of Impossible Crimes But for Some Reason They’ve Included A Huge Section of Surely the Most Anthologised Stories of All Time, and so once again it has an impossible element.  Yes, I am nothing if not fond of playing to type.

And then something interesting happened…

See, I’ve read a lot of classic detective fiction — by no means an exhaustive amount, I’m no Curtis Evans or Noah Stewart, though I one day hope to be — and inevitably the same themes crop up throughout a lot of these stories and so little reminders of one will pop up in another.  And that happened here: this story, for no other reason that it’s the end of term now and I probably have a little more head space being slowly freed up, was like the first domino in a run that just click-click-click-click-click-click tumbled through a series of associations based mostly around other poisoning short stories and I thought that would make more interesting reading than me talking about a short short story in guarded terms.  So let’s see how this works out.

BLBBoLRMSayers’ story concerns Egg making a routine call upon an existing customer only to discover the police in residence because the man has been found poisoned, the poison apparently being administered via the titular port that Egg sold the household on his previous visit.  It’s a good story, my first encounter with Egg who is a very likable sleuth full of aphorisms from The Salesman’s Handbook, and like all short short stories where the identity of a murderer is intended as a surprise suffers solely due to the inevitably small cast.  But the bottle of port at the centre of the mystery tickled something at the corner of my mind…

Speciality House…which turned out to be that Stanley Ellin had written an absolutely marvellous story centred around a bottle of wine, ‘The Last Bottle in the World’ (1968).  There’s a case here that this doesn’t fit the “Poison” theme of the TNBs, but I’ll jerry-rig it in by pointing out the corruption of the heart of the killer in that tale — it’s a spell-binding piece of work, as virtually all Ellin’s short stories are — is symptomatic of the poisoning of man against his fellow man necessary for these crimes to be planned and carried out.  “Poisonous Potions” up top, you say?  Well, anyway, moving on…

311mw43sfsl-_bo1204203200_…this reminded me that, after I’d discovered Ellin’s The Speciality of the House and wouldn’t shut up about how good he was, someone pointed me in the direction of the episode of Tales of the Unexpected spun from this particular story.  You can watch that here, though for my money you’re better off reading the story first.  Tales of the Unexpected was, of course, the brainchild of the incomparable Roald Dahl, who wrote two stories that instantly crowded into my brain here: ‘Taste’ (1959) which revolves around a bet being made over someone’s ability to identify a fine wine, and ‘The Butler’ (1974) in which a gauche millionaire seeks to convince others of his refinement by having his butler stock and serve the finest wines available so that the millionaire might memorise their properties to eulogise in front of the assembled company…

berkeley2bthe2bpoisoned2bchocolates2bcase…and the deception inherent in both these stories, especially the fact that in both cases the deceivers rely on the fineness of their palette (be it genuine or counterfeit), then reminded me of Anthony Berkeley’s ‘The Avenging Chance’ (1925), which went on to become the first solution when the story was expanded up to the stone-cold classic novel The Poisoned Chocolates Case (1929).  This story, of course, also relies on an unfair bet being made, but I always found it interesting that Mrs. Beresford, upon eating the poisoned chocolates and experiencing sensations such as the overpowering flavour of almonds and her tongue going numb, kept eating.  And then from here…

s-l225…spousal deceit, albeit originating now from a very different direction, brought me to one of my favourite late Sherlock Holmes stories in the shape of ‘The Adventure of the Sussex Vampire’ (1924), one of the stories comprising The Case-Book of Sherlock Holmes.  This is another example of Conan Doyle doing something far finer with his detective duo than he usually gets credited for (see also ‘The Yellow Face’ (1893), which is even more beautiful).  A man’s second wife attacks his son from his first marriage and is then found attacking their own baby, with bite marks on the child’s neck and blood around her mouth.  Some may like to gripe that the solution is obvious, but the motivations of the titular vampire are, for my tastes, immensely moving.  The “attack on a child” aspect of that story brought me back to…

Speciality House…Stanley Ellin and his story ‘Robert’ (1964), in which a sixth grade teacher harasses and is harassed by the eponymous 11 year-old student in her class.  This one involved accusations of poisoning, too, I remembered, though I’ll confess I had to reread it to get the details straight.  It’s an especially harrowing tale come the final line: where it would be easy to simply paint Robert as an uncommonly vindictive and vicious little so-and-so or possibly leave the precise order of reality up to the interpretation of his grief-stricken teacher’s imagination, Ellin gives you something that actually just might rend your heart in two.  I don’t want to spoil what that is, but this domino then fell over and hit…

Cyriack Skinner Grey…’The Scientist and the Poisoner’ (1973) by Arthur Porges, wherein a millionaire eating dinner in his usual place at his usual time experiences the unusual event of his own demise.  Inevitably no-one was anywhere near him at the time and the meal he was eating is examined and found to contain nothing noxious or harmful (from which we may conclude that he wasn’t eating at Nando’s).  Like all of Porges’ Cyriack Skinner Grey stories, this is a supremely compact and speedy puzzle, bordering on an inverted mystery since the who is simply a choice of three people and it’s the how that needs to be established…

Great Merlini…and so the “man is poisoned impossibly at a restaurant” conceit therefore brought my reminisces to ‘The World’s Smallest Locked Room’ (1959) by Clayton Rawson where exactly that happens: a man keels over while drinking coffee in a public cafe despite no-one coming near him…conclusion: poison!  If these two stories share any other DNA beyond their fundamental idea it must surely be that the killers in each case go out of their way to get caught — choosing methods that leave no scope for interpretation, smearing clues all over the place, failing to tidy up after themselves…

…honestly, does no-one take this murder business seriously?BLBBoLRM  Anyway, where was I?  Oh, yeah, a man poisoned by a drink when it’s inconceivable that anyone could have been present to administer said poison and the notion of suicide is able to be dismissed out of hand.  Now what did that remind me of?  Something I’d read fairly recently, anyway.  Oh, I remember now: Dorothy L. Sayers’ ‘The Poisoned Dow ’08’.  Which I then had to reread because I’d been so busy thinking about other things that none of it had gone in.

Seriously, it’s a wonder I ever finish anything…


I seek to take advantage of this wander through my subconscious by submitting the cover of the forthcoming British Library reprint of The Poisoned Chocolates Case for the Golden Age Vintage Cover Scavenger Hunt at My Reader’s Block under the category More than Two People.

11 thoughts on “#113: The Tuesday Night Bloggers – A Circular Tour Through My Brain as I Attempt to Read ‘The Poisoned Dow ’08’ (1933) by Dorothy L. Sayers

  1. Think I’ve reviewed some of the Montague Egg stories a while back. Don’t think I enjoyed him as much as you did. I liked the domino approach to this post and I’ve yet again found another new author – Arthur Porges.


    • Y’know what? Not being a fan of Sayers, I would read more Montague Egg stories on this evidence. Or, rather, I was considering it until your comment. Now I think I’ll pass; only so many books left in my life, after all…!

      Porges’ Cyriack Skinner Grey stories are very good indeed. He also wrote a series with another detective whose name escapes me, one of which — ‘No Killer Has Wings’ — was anthologised in those Mike Ashley-edited Big Bumper Mammth Behemoth Book of Several Disappointing Impossible Crime Stories and is awesome. That sletuh has not been collected as far as I can find out, which is a real shame.

      And he wrote some Sherlock Holmes parodies (the character was Stately Homes, I think, if I’m not getting myself jumbled) which again I’ve not read but fully intend to at some point. So, yeah, dig in!

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      • I can confirm: The Curious Cases of Cyriack Skinner Grey is an excellent collection of short stories and “No Killer Has Wings” is an all-time favorite of mine in the no-footprints category. Such a clever little story.

        As far as (impossible) poisoning stories are concerned: I’ve always admired the premise, solution and the double-layered structure of James Yaffe’s “The Problem of the Emperor’s Mushrooms.” It’s all the more impressive that Yaffe was only sixteen when he wrote the story.

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        • Rest assured, TC, I have your list of impossible crime short stories bookmarked and the Yaffe is high on my list. Alas, so many of what you recommend are in now-OOP anthologies. We need like a short story version of iTunes, so you can buy a single story without getting everything else at once.

          Hey, that’s actually not a bad idea…even if the copyright issues would be a bloody nightmare 🙂


  2. For some reason I tend to take less well to short story mysteries – I find the brevity somewhat unsatisfying. Have you read Berkeley’s full-length poisoning novel, ‘Not to be Taken’?

    P.S. I see you have a really good title up next for reviewing… 😀


    • I have read Not to be Taken, yes, and found it awful. I was tempted to do a dissection of why it was so bad for the TNBs next week as the final post on ‘Poison’ but that would require rereading sections of it and I don’t quite have that in me (have read a lot of dreck lately, of which more on Saturday).

      I’m with you on short mysteries on the whole — there often doesn’t seem enough space to make them worthwhile. Edmund Crispin did some excellent ones, each on a single key idea exploited near-perfectly, collected in the compliation Fen Country after his death, and Stanley Ellin’s really are quire wonderful for their range of flavours, however. And we can all name the occasional stroke of brilliance. But, yeah, not a fan on the whole.

      As for Till Death… well, you’ll have to come back tomorrow to see whether I agree with your assessment of it as a “good title”… 🙂


      • Oh dear, I was hoping ‘Not to be Taken’ would turn out to be a good read, as it’s one of the Berkeley titles left on my TBR, the other being ‘Jumping Jenny’. 😦

        I’m almost certain you would disagree that ‘Till Death Do Us Part’ is a ‘good title’ – and agree instead that it is a ‘REALLY good title’. 😛 But I’ll reserve further comment till tomorrow!


        • Well, hey, just cos I didn’t enjoy NtbT doesn’t mean it can’t be enjoyed. I can be rather peculiar in my tastes, let’s remember..


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