The Purloined Letter[August Dupin]
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"The Purloined Letter" is one of Edgar Allan Poe's simplest detective stories. It is one of the three stories featuring the detective Auguste Dupin. It first appeared in The Gift for 1845 (1844) and was soon reprinted in numerous journals and newspapers.
Plot:Someone is openly, arrogantly blackmailing a royal by threatening to reveal a compromising letter. The success of the scheme rests on being able to produce the letter on a moment's notice. Despite being waylaid several times, and having his apartment ransacked, the blackmailer remains serenely confident. French police even dismantle his furniture and walls with scientific precision, yet are unable to discover the document.
Dupin, after assessing the intelligence of the blackmailer, realizes that he must have hidden the letter in plain sight, in the 19th century equivalent of a modern in-box. Dupin retrieves the letter and presents it to the police for a large reward.
This story in particular aroused much speculation, especially between the French psychologist Jacques Lacan and philosopher Jacques Derrida, who exchanged countless letters based on this story on the nature of desire.
The Purloined Letter
by Edgar Allan Poe
Nil sapientiae odiosius acumine nimio.
Seneca.
At Paris, just after dark one gusty evening in the autumn of 18--, I was enjoying the twofold luxury of meditation and a meerschaum, in company with my friend C. Auguste Dupin, in his little back library, or book closet, au troisiême, No. 33, Rue Dunôt, Faubourg St. Germain. For one hour at least we had maintained a profound silence; while each, to any casual observer, might have seemed intently and exclusively occupied with the curling eddies of smoke that oppressed the atmosphere of the chamber. For myself, however, I was mentally discussing certain topics which had formed matter for conversation between us at an earlier period of the evening; I mean the affair of the Rue Morgue, and the mystery attending the murder of Marie Rogêt. I looked upon it, therefore, as something of a coincidence, when the door of our apartment was thrown open and admitted our old acquaintance, Monsieur G-, the Prefect of the Parisian police.
We gave him a hearty welcome; for there was nearly half as much of the entertaining as of the contemptible about the man, and we had not seen him for several years. We had been sitting in the dark, and Dupin now arose for the purpose of lighting a lamp, but sat down again, without doing so, upon G.'s saying that he had called to consult us, or rather to ask the opinion of my friend, about some official Business which had occasioned a great deal of trouble.
"If it is any point requiring reflection," observed Dupin, as he forebore to enkindle the wick, "we shall examine it to better purpose in the dark."
"That is another of your odd notions," said the Prefect, who had a fashion of calling every thing "odd" that was beyond his comprehension, and thus lived amid an absolute legion of "oddities."
"Very true," said Dupin, as he supplied his visitor with a pipe, and rolled towards him a comfortable chair.
"And what is the difficulty now?" I asked. "Nothing more in the assassination way, I hope?"
"Oh no; nothing of that nature. The fact is, the Business is very simple indeed, and I make no doubt that we can manage it sufficiently well ourselves; but then I thought Dupin would like to hear the details of it, because it is so excessively odd."
"Simple and odd," said Dupin.
"Why, yes; and not exactly that, either. The fact is, we have all been a good deal puzzled because the affair is so simple, and yet baffles us altogether."
"Perhaps it is the very simplicity of th
