Steve Hockensmith, On
the Wrong Track: A Holmes on the Range Mystery
© Steve Hockensmith 2007
ISBN 978-1-53994-8629
© Steve Hockensmith 2007
ISBN 978-1-53994-8629
I was looking through my TBR mountain the other day, and
unearthed On the Wrong Track. Now, I would have sworn I had read all of the
“Holmes on the Range” books, but the cover did not look familiar, so I thought
I’d read the first few pages to remind myself of the story. But it was not familiar at all. I was puzzled. I considered dropping Parnell Hall a note
asking him if The Puzzle Lady could help me, but decided just to read the damn
book instead. Which was a good decision,
because it is a winner.
Otto (Big Red) Amlingmeyer and his (older) brother Gustav
(Old Red) have been cowboys. Otto, the
younger, bigger, and literate one of the pair, has been reading mystery stories
(and many of them featuring a hawk-featured gentleman in London) to Gustav. And, along the way, they have run into some
mysteries, and Gustav has solved them (with some assistance from Otto—who has
been writing their adventures u with a hope of becoming Gustav’s Watson). Now, Gustav decides to try to become a
detective rather than a cowboy, and they find themselves with a recommendation
from the legendary Burl Lockhart (and far from sober). Unfortunately, from Otto’s perspective, they
have been recommended to the Southern Pacific Railroad, and neither of them has
a warm place in their hearts for railroads in general.
Nonetheless, Gustav decides that they should take advantage,
and they find themselves on a train, headed for California. Along with them is a rich assortment of
passengers, including a traveling salesman, a lovely young woman, a widow with
twin sons, an older woman who appears to be something of a card shark, a
Chinese doctor (which creates some consternation among the passengers,, and…Burl
Lockhart. The train’s crew is equally
diverse—a nasty conductor, a dedicated baggage car man, and a cheeky news
agent/concessionaire (“butcher), a black porter (whom Otto and Gustav have to
learn to tip, this being their first time on a train).
On the outside is a gang of outlaws who have made a habit of
robbing Southern Pacific trains.
And things become a bit difficult when Otto discovers that
Gustav can’t handle riding on trains—motion sickness ensues, and while they are
on platform of one of the cars, a head—and then a body—emerge from under the
train. They pull the emergency brake
cord, and thus begins the investigation.
(The first discovery is that the dead man is a crew member; the second
is the presence of a hobo—the King of the Hoboes—who has been riding on the
underside of one of the cars.) Oh, and a
very large, very unhappy snake.
It’s quite a cast, and the nature of the problem becomes
more and more complex the more Gustav works to solve the mystery.
One of the things I know something about from my
professional live (I’m an economist with a teaching and research interest in US
economic history) is railroads in the 19th century—both as a means
of transportation and shipping, and as benefactors or exploiters of farmers )and
various other producers) and passengers.
And I think Hockensmith has done his research on all of those things,
and, from what I know, he has also done a first-rate job of describing the
experience of being a passenger on a train in the late 19th
century. And he does all that part of
the story in an entertaining way.
And the mystery is also very well done. And very complicated. Otto, who’s narrating this (and as he makes
clear, he intends this tale to get published—eventually, and if they survive),
lets us see not only how Gustav proceeds, but also the false starts, red
herrings, and setbacks of the investigation.
The two main characters are vivid, cantankerous, and very, very good
company. I am actually somewhat
disturbed with myself to have discovered On
the Wrong Track 12 years after its original publication and at least 5 or 6
years after I first discovered Hockensmith and the world of the Amlingmeyer
brothers. If you haven’t yet made their
acquaintance, today—or maybe tomorrow—would be a good time to start.