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    A Double Barrelled Detective Story
    A Double Barrelled Detective Story
    A Double Barrelled Detective Story
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    A Double Barrelled Detective Story

    By Mark Twain

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    Release dateNov 1, 1989
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    Mark Twain

    Mark Twain, born Samuel Langhorne Clemens in 1835, left school at age 12. His career encompassed such varied occupations as printer, Mississippi riverboat pilot, journalist, travel writer, and publisher, which furnished him with a wide knowledge of humanity and the perfect grasp of local customs and speech manifested in his writing. It wasn't until The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn (1885), that he was recognized by the literary establishment as one of the greatest writers America would ever produce. Toward the end of his life, plagued by personal tragedy and financial failure, Twain grew more and more cynical and pessimistic. Though his fame continued to widen--Yale and Oxford awarded him honorary degrees--he spent his last years in gloom and desperation, but he lives on in American letters as "the Lincoln of our literature."

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    • 4/5
      I'm not sure what to say about this one. I can't say I'm particularly well read in Mark Twain's works, but I've read enough that I expected a level of satiric humor that I didn't immediately find. In fact, the story started out rather dark, tragic and confronting. About 10% of the way through, a hint of absurdity, but still dark. It's not until midway through Part II of the story that it started to really feel like something written by Twain, and mind you, I've still not seen a hint of Sherlock Holmes. I was starting to feel robbed. It's also at this point that it sort of feels like Twain lost the reigns of the story; it scatters all over the place with suddenly changing POVs and focus. Not so scattered, though, that it wasn't apparent where Twain was going, the set-up for the twist of irony. Then, finally, Sherlock Holmes enters the scene. Twain is known for his scathing satire, so it's no surprise that Holmes does not come out looking like the paragon he is, but at the same time, Twain is skewering everyone else too, and somehow it makes it easier to sit back and laugh at the absurdity of it all. Even though the plot had lost most of its focus, it was still the most enjoyable part of the story for me. I'm glad I discovered this book and story - I thoroughly enjoyed it - but it's clear why it's not a well-known work of Twain's. It's worth reading for Holmes fans for the sheer novelty, if nothing else, and I adore my copy. But for those without the sentimental streak for Holmes, it's best experienced via Gutenberg or an anthology of Twain's work.
    • 4/5
      Fun, silly. Not Mark Twain's best, but very enjoyable.
    • 3/5
      Not one of his best. Very convoluted and doesn't bring it all together until the final pages, at which point I had ceased to care.
    • 3/5
      "Uncle Sherlock! The mean luck of it!—that he should come just when...." He dropped into a reverie, and presently said to himself: "But what's the use of being afraid of him? Anybody that knows him the way I do knows he can't detect a crime except where he plans it all out beforehand and arranges the clues and hires some fellow to commit it according to instructions.... Now there ain't going to be any clues this time—so, what show has he got? None at all.This novella contains two linked revenge stories. In the first, Archie Stillman acts as is mother's bloodhound, hunting down the father he never knew and harrying him from town to town and across the world. The second story takes place in a mining camp where Archie and Sherlock Holmes vie to discover the murderer of an unpopular miner. I don't think Mark Twain can have been a fan of Holmes, as his portrayal of him is uncomplimentary in the extreme and he does not seem to be the same man as in Conan Doyle's stories.The first part is quite depressing and although the second has much more humour in it, I don't think I would choose to re-read this book.
    • 3/5
      This was a brief, and somewhat whimsical, story by Twain about revenge and murder. It also features Sherlock Holmes and Watson inserted as characters. I felt it was interesting, and not a bad read, but besides that I did not really see any everlasting value.3 stars.

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    A Double Barrelled Detective Story - Mark Twain

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    Title: A Double Barrelled Detective Story

    Author: Mark Twain

    Release Date: April, 2002  [Etext #3180]

    Last Posted:  October 29, 2012

    Language: English

    *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK DOUBLE BARRELLED DETECTIVE ***

    Produced by David Widger

    A DOUBLE BARRELLED DETECTIVE STORY

    By Mark Twain

    Contents

    PART I       

    I

    II

    III

    IV.

    V

    PART II

    I

    II

    III

    IV

    V

    PART I

         We ought never to do wrong when people are looking.

    I

    The first scene is in the country, in Virginia; the time, 1880. There has been a wedding, between a handsome young man of slender means and a rich young girl—a case of love at first sight and a precipitate marriage; a marriage bitterly opposed by the girl's widowed father.

    Jacob Fuller, the bridegroom, is twenty-six years old, is of an old but unconsidered family which had by compulsion emigrated from Sedgemoor, and for King James's purse's profit, so everybody said—some maliciously the rest merely because they believed it. The bride is nineteen and beautiful. She is intense, high-strung, romantic, immeasurably proud of her Cavalier blood, and passionate in her love for her young husband. For its sake she braved her father's displeasure, endured his reproaches, listened with loyalty unshaken to his warning predictions, and went from his house without his blessing, proud and happy in the proofs she was thus giving of the quality of the affection which had made its home in her heart.

    The morning after the marriage there was a sad surprise for her. Her husband put aside her proffered caresses, and said:

    Sit down. I have something to say to you. I loved you. That was before I asked your father to give you to me. His refusal is not my grievance—I could have endured that. But the things he said of me to you—that is a different matter. There—you needn't speak; I know quite well what they were; I got them from authentic sources. Among other things he said that my character was written in my face; that I was treacherous, a dissembler, a coward, and a brute without sense of pity or compassion: the 'Sedgemoor trade-mark,' he called it—and 'white-sleeve badge.' Any other man in my place would have gone to his house and shot him down like a dog. I wanted to do it, and was minded to do it, but a better thought came to me: to put him to shame; to break his heart; to kill him by inches. How to do it? Through my treatment of you, his idol! I would marry you; and then—Have patience. You will see.

    From that moment onward, for three months, the young wife suffered all the humiliations, all the insults, all the miseries that the diligent and inventive mind of the husband could contrive, save physical injuries only. Her strong pride stood by her, and she kept the secret of her troubles. Now and then the husband said, Why don't you go to your father and tell him? Then he invented new tortures, applied them, and asked again. She always answered, He shall never know by my mouth, and taunted him with his origin; said she was the lawful slave of a scion of slaves, and must obey, and would—up to that point, but no further; he could kill her if he liked, but he could not break her; it was not in the Sedgemoor breed to do it. At the end of the three months he said, with a dark significance in his manner, I have tried all things but one—and waited for her reply. Try that, she said, and curled her lip in mockery.

    That night he rose at midnight and put on his clothes, then said to her,

    Get up and dress!

    She obeyed—as always, without a word. He led her half a mile from the house, and proceeded to lash her to a tree by the side of the public road; and succeeded, she screaming and struggling. He gagged her then, struck her across the face with his cowhide, and set his bloodhounds on her. They tore the clothes off her, and she was naked. He called the dogs off, and said:

    You will be found—by the passing public. They will be dropping along about three hours from now, and will spread the news—do you hear? Good-by. You have seen the last of me.

    He went away then. She moaned to herself:

    I shall bear a child—to him! God grant it may be a boy!

    The farmers released her by-and-by—and spread the news, which was natural. They raised the country with lynching intentions, but the bird had flown. The young wife shut herself up in her father's house; he shut himself up with her, and thenceforth would see no one. His pride was broken, and his heart; so he wasted away, day by day, and even his daughter rejoiced when death relieved him.

    Then she sold the estate and disappeared.

    II

    In 1886 a young woman was living in a modest house near a secluded New England village, with no company but a little boy about five years old. She did her own work, she discouraged acquaintanceships, and had none. The butcher, the baker, and the others that served her could tell the villagers nothing about her further than that her name was Stillman, and that she called the child Archy. Whence she came they had not been able to find out, but they said she talked like a Southerner. The child had no playmates and no comrade, and no teacher but the mother. She taught him diligently and intelligently, and was satisfied with the results—even a little proud of them. One day Archy said,

    Mamma, am I different from other children?

    Well, I suppose not. Why?

    There was a child going along out there and asked me if the postman had been by and I said yes, and she said how long since I saw him and I said I hadn't seen him at all, and she said how did I know he'd been by, then, and I said because I smelt his track on the sidewalk, and she said I was a dum fool and made a mouth at me. What did she do that for?

    The young woman turned white, and said to

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