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Real Name: Abreham "Abe" Arlington.
Well, my FirestarToys order finally came a few days ago, and this hair was with it, so emidiatly got to work :D I'll post a picture of the rest a little later. Credit for the head goes to BBF.
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Detective Comics / Heft-Reihe
Batman with Robin the Boy Wonder
cover: Jim Mooney, Charles Paris
DC / USA 1949
Reprint / Comic-Club NK 2010
ex libris MTP
Faux Detective
Married Couple Ballroom Blitz
There is a certain upper class jewelle emporium with a branch located in a rather large shopping centre. Recently across the way a fancy dress shoppe opened that custom tailors one of a kind dresses and gowns and tuxes.
The managers of the two stores managers came up with the idea of on weekends having their male employees dress in tuxes, while the predominately female clerks would wear gowns, dresses and jewelry loaned prospectively from each store.
One weekend just after term, a female clerk in a long flowing gown of satin and lace, regally shimmering in the diamond pendent earrings and ring she wore with it, waited upon a long haired, smartly attired young lady in search of a dress to wear at a posh affair. As she tried on a satin number that made her look like a movie star(which she decidedly was not) she could not take her eyes off the clerks jewellery. The clerk let her have a closer look and informed her exuberantly that they could be purchased at the Jewelle Emporium across the way.
The lady soon had a far off look in her eyes…
A Married couple were out for an evening attending an upper end ( although the sponsor’s would never admit the it was that exclusive) Charity Ball. It was being held to help defray the costs for the charities’ good works( for which the family member’s holding offices, president ,vice prescient, treasurer etc, received Lordly salaries in range of six figures!)
It was a large affair, the cavernous ballroom filled to capacity. The wealthy couple in their ten year marriage(after a five year engagement) were used to partying and they had quite a time of it, mingling, dancing, drink and enjoying various other forms of social merriment.
An existing Photograph shows them to be a very handsome couple that evening( as they always were). Him in a pristine tuxedo, black with tails , top hat and real silver knobbed cane, he sported a thinly trimmed reddish beard and devilish look sprouting from his steel grey eyes. She was the epitome of elegance and fine breeding, her well-endowed figure elegantly encased in a stunning long, slickly “wet appearing ” satin gown of a rich shade of teal. It gracefully flowed along, literally pouring along down her figure, accentuating every suggestive curve of her body. Also along that figure, Jewels, alive with fiery rippling sparks as they peeked seductively from her ears, neckline and wrists! They were a valuably matched display, set with vibrant diamonds and deep green emeralds. Her long bare fingers were home to several diamond encrusted rings, including, of course, the much talked about emerald, ruby and diamond friendship ring that held court magnificently on her petite left ring finger. Her longish flaming red hair was held up by even more jewels, a dazzling pair of diamond and emerald encrusted green enameled clips.
At the end of the evening , a short time after the “witching hour” the couple retired to their suite in the upper floors of the posh five star hotel located near the royally named venue that held the Charity Ball .
They went by foot, walking along the mist filled streets to their hotel, reaching their destination with no upsetting incidents. A little surprising considering how the couple were decked out for the evening.
But such is the nature of the ultra--wealthy, they believe their station places them above such lowly deeds, such as being victims of a crime, until it actually happens right under their upturned noses, or when someone makes a statement that jolts them into the realty of such disdainful things occurring…
They entered their room, full of anticipation of the night’s activities that lay ahead of them. A vaise of fresh roses lay on an antique oak table in one corner of the room, next to a bottle of chilled champagne and an assortment of cheese ,shelled nuts and sweet meats. The wife turned to her husband and made a comment, she thought in jest; the crackers offered by the hotel were not the ones she fancied, like the ones at the Ball. Eager, as always, to please his rather innocent bride, the husband offered to dash out right away to the ballroom to see if he could commandeer some of them for her, he promised not to tarry.
He left before she could stop him, she being in the process of removing her wrap; she put it back on and went to the door to hail her husband back. Opening the door she called out down the hall to her departing husband. Immediately she realized her mistake as the man turned, and she let out a little squeal of alarm. It was not her husband, but a stranger in a dapper black suit and sporting a finely trimmed beard. She, clutching her wrap tightly about her, the end of her gown flowing out from beneath the satin cover, she apologized, and he came to her, no problems he said, smiling winningly. She noticed that his jovial eyes were looking her over, as had so seen so many men do that evening, it was a performance that she had gotten used to. Actually, He went on, I missed your door, and he held out an official card identifying himself as an agent of Interpol. We are warning everyone in this hotel about a suspected robbery to occur this evening. She gasped robbery? He went on; I would like to speak to you and your husband when he returns. He may be gone for a bit she informed him, but what do you mean by a robbery?
He motioned for her to step back inside her suite; she did so, her heart still pounding by his mention of a potential robbery. He explained they were after an international jewel thief known as “Le Sheppard” whose trail had led them to a charity ball being held close by the hotel this evening. She gasped again, we were there, a, a jewel thief was there also? Still flabbergasted by his words she closed and automatically locked the door behind him. He explained that he was working with hotel security to inform the guests of the danger of losing their valuables, particularly jewelry, that evening. Other agents were covering the other hotels in the area. It was believed that “Le Sheppard” would strike sometime that evening at one of them, and they wanted to catch him red handed in the act of lifting some pretty lady’s jewels, but did not want to risk him getting away with any.
His job was to suggest that the female guest of the hotel place their jewels either in the room’s private vault, or the hotels main vault that evening for safekeeping. If you wish, I could take your jewels down to the main vault for you, he offered politely, indicating a small pouch at his side that held several leather cases. She gulped, buying into his story, but she bulked at allowing them to be placed in the vault, saying she would feel better if they were locked safely away in her suite. He then told her that the hotel safe was more secure, that even a novice thief would have no trouble sneaking into a suite, than emptying a rooms vault of its valuables. She smiled demurely, he would have to deal with my husband first. Ah, he said, your husband, what an incredibly lucky man he is to have a wife as breathtakingly beautiful as you are.
She actually bought into the man’s eloquent charms, as he inflated her ego by continuing on by telling the lady she looked absolutely stunning in the gown she wore, and had her swirl around so he could admire it from all angles. As she did he caught her, steadying her, didn’t want you to fall young lady. She was sure he was lying, that he was “copping a feel” as her girlfriend’s would say, but strangely she did not care, and even found it rather nice.
He also went on to glowing offer a few remarks on her loveliness, which made her blush even deeper, setting off her gowns color even more so than she did already. And so, with her now putty in his hands, she quite willingly received his advice on locking up her jewels immediately, and graciously accepted offer to help her as she removed her bracelet’s, necklace and rings( except her friendship one) in preparation. Even the clips he had her removed, which she did, shaking her long hair so that it fell down in fetching curls alongside her beaming face. She was feeling very thankful for the charming gentleman’s obvious concern over her losing her jewels to some rotten miscreant.
My husband likes my hair down anyway she had said to him, what do you think, she asked, almost purring, as he accepted this stranger now as a kind friend. But than your beautiful earrings wouldn’t sparkle he said logically. Exactly she answered, giving one of them a flick, I’m glad you see it my way. Definitely, I always like a lady to display her jewels proudly; it’s what I tell my wife he added. Are those screw fastened he asked, lifting up the other earring, watching it sparkle. Yes she said, and began to undo them, the whole set is antique, very old fashioned she admitted, they have been in my husband’s family for generations. My wife won’t wear earrings that fasten that way; too afraid they will slip off, an vanish he said, showing concern. My husband worries also she said confidently, that’s why all of our jewels are insured to the hilt, she admitted in a practical voice.
After all of the shimmering jewelry she was wearing about her person had been removed and piled onto the small antique oak table, he looked her over, up and down. He then suggested removing the rhinestone brooch from her gown, which, when she reached down to her waist to do so, found it was missing, not even a tear was apparent in her fine shiny gown from where it had been dangling . She looked at him, deeply perplexed, he opened his palm, displaying the shimmery brooch, and said that “Le Sheppard” had twice the skill as he had. Still stunned, she watched him produced one of the leather cases from the pouch at his side, compliments of the hotel, he said, opening it up. She smiled winningly as he had her place her jewels carefully inside. All the while she thanked him so much for the hotels concern. Not feeling him take her brooch off of her very person had made her now jittery as to what a real thief could do. He told her to think nothing of it, and with a sharp bow, pointed to her room’s small vault, high in a corner, its steel door set with a combination wheel and metal handle.
She walked over and as she opened the safe he primly turned his back as to not witness the vaults combination. When she had it opened he turned and handed her the case, telling her it was compliments of the hotel. As she took it from him and placed it inside, nestling it amongst several other small black cases, he noticed her friendship ring, that’s very pretty miss, he complimented her. She raised her hand in front of him so he could receive a better view and appreciate the rings fiery brilliance.
He caught her hand, admiring the wickedly sparkling ring. They both admired it, the jewel feverishly exploding with firework like pinpricks of colour. You should place that in the safe also m’lady( she like him calling her that) No worries dear sir, I sleep with this one. He took hold of the ring, “Le Sheppard” is known for his ability to slip off ladies jewelry as she sleeps, especially pretty rings, and remember your brooch? She gave a small gulp as she remembered not even suspecting it had been taken, you right she said, why take chances. She moved it along her finger, but it held snug. I suggest you us a little soap and water, the ring should come right off and we can both sleep better knowing it is securely locked away. She obediently went into the bath and did as he suggested. When she came out he was waiting for her at attention next to the open safe, it appeared that he had not changed his position even the slightest. He pulled out a silk handkerchief and drying the her finger, then took the ring and wrapped it up, then handed it to her and she took it, feeling the rings weight in the wrapped handkerchief, and placed it on top of the case. He closed the vault and spun the combination and tried the door, it held fast. Then with a curt little bow, he let himself out , telling her to lock the door behind him, let no one else in but your husband.
Later when the husband returned she told him about the visitor. He thought that it was very wise for security to warn the guests, and have the ladies lock up all their jewels as a precaution for when the thief struck. Hope the catch the cheeky blighter. Nervy of him to break into peoples rooms as they slept and steal a ladies jewels. Happened to my Grand-mum once, though it was when she was staying at our country manor.
He than opened the vault, saw the new case and the handkerchief, added his silver watch to the pile , closed and relocked it securely.
They slept in late the next morning and it wasn’t until they were getting ready to head out for breakfast that the young wife opened the safe to retrieve her friendship ring that she discovered the silk handkerchief contained, not her valuable ring, but a small walnut from the assortment on the antique stand. Further, looking inside the case he had had her place her evening jewels, she discovered in was empty as were the small back cases that had held some more of her jewellery, not worn out the evening before. The only item of value in the vault was her husband’s silver watch.
The debonair faux detective had left the wife’s luxurious suite, vanishing into the night, with almost £63000 worth of fine jewelry.
Courtesy of Chatwick University Archives
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William Powell (1892-1984) was an American actor, whose career began in silent film. He is best known for the Thin Man film series in which he starred opposite Myrna Loy. Powell was nominated for an Academy Award for Best Leading Actor a total of three times.
William Horatio Powell was born in Pittsburgh in 1892. He always wanted to act. When he was 18, he started studying drama at the American Academy of Dramatic Arts in New York. He graduated in 1912. He then went to Broadway. In 1922 he began a career in Hollywood with a role alongside Marion Davies in When Knighthood Was in Flower (Robert G. Vignola, 1922). In 1924 he signed a studio contract with Paramount Pictures and went on to star in numerous productions, including the now-lost 1926 premiere of The Great Gatsby (Herbert Brenon, 1926), starring Warner Baxter and Lois Wilson. In the silent era, he primarily played sinister characters such as thieves, blackmailers, and bad husbands. He finally attracted attention as Leo, the arrogant film director in Josef von Sternberg's The Last Command (1928) alongside Emil Jannings. The big success for Powell came with the advent of the talkies in the late 1920s, which also showcased his pleasant voice. The crime film The Canary Murder Case (Malcolm St. Clair, Frank Tuttle, 1929), in which he portrayed Philo Vance, the private detective best known from the novels of S. S. Van Dine, who investigates the death of Louise Brooks, "the Canary." It established him in more positive roles. Together with Kay Francis, Powell formed an on-screen pair in six films from 1930 to 1932. In 1931, he married actress Carole Lombard, whom he divorced in 1933.
In 1934, William Powell went to MGM, where he was teamed with Myrna Loy in Manhattan Melodrama (W.S. Van Dyke, 1934). While Philo Vance made Powell a star, another detective, Nick Charles, made him famous. Powell received an Academy Award nomination for the role of the wealthy amateur detective Nick Charles in the crime comedy The Thin Man (W.S. Van Dyke, 1934) with Myrna Loy as his wealthy wife Nora. Between 1934 and 1947 he appeared in 14 films as Loy's partner. In 1935, he had a relationship with Jean Harlow and they got engaged. However, they never married. Harlow died in 1937. Powell starred in the Best Picture winner for 1936, The Great Ziegfeld (Robert Z. Leonard, 1936). He received his second Academy Award nomination for My Man Godfrey (1936) and his third for his work in Life with Father (Michael Curtiz, 1947) with Irene Dunne and Elizabeth Taylor. His screen appearances became less frequent after that, and his last role was in Mister Roberts (John Ford, Mervyn LeRoy, 1955). William Powell died of natural causes in Palm Springs in 1984. He was married three time. His wives were Eileen Wilson (1915-1930), Carole Lombard (1931-1933) and Diana Lewis (1940-1984 - his death). With Wilson, he had a son, William Powell. His son stabbed himself to death while taking a shower. He left a four-page good-bye letter to his father, with whom he was very close.
Sources: Tony Fontana (IMDb), Wikipedia, and IMDb.
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not exactly "Hercule Poirot" style,
but this should work :
thinking of a new career ?
for Me Again Monday 20th October : detective
HMAM !
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Cover art by Carmine Infantino & Murphy Anderson. Interior art by Infantino & Sid Greene. Written by Gardner Fox.
Detective Comics / Heft-Reihe
Batman with Robin the Boy Wonder /
The Thousand-and-One Escapes of Batman and Robin!
cover: Win Mortimer
DC / USA 1955
Reprint / Comic-Club NK 2010
ex libris MTP
Dutch detective of Francis Hobart - klauwen van staal (claws of steel) published bij Van Kersen in 1954. Sold to private libraries
Popular Detective Pulp
December, 1945
Cover art by Rudolph Belarski
Cover art re-used on Popular Library 206 "The Grindle Nightmare" in 1949... Dead Santa replaced by a Vulture.
Detective Comics / Heft-Reihe
Batman with Robin the Boy Wonder /
Around the World in 8 Days!
cover: Sheldon Moldoff
DC / USA 1957
Reprint / Comic-Club NK 2010
ex libris MTP
Detective Comics / Heft-Reihe
Batman with Robin the Boy Wonder / The Flying Dutchman II
cover: Win Mortimer
DC / USA 1951
Reprint / Comic-Club NK 2010
ex libris MTP