GOLDEN-AGE MYSTERIES

Hide and Go Seek: Joan Pell checks into the Almeda, a quiet New York residential hotel, for a weekend trip, happy to be away from her government job in Washington, “typing and filing stupid routine reports.” A gunshot from an apartment above soon sets her weekend on a very different path, as she becomes embroiled in the murder investigation of Lina Castle. Castle had registered under an assumed name, but Inspector Timothy Fowler clearly suspects others aren’t telling the truth, either. Fowler takes Joan under his wing, but seems to be keeping a very professional eye on her. . . .

Going to St. Ives: Miss Belinda Stebbins teaches English at a very proper girls’ college near Philadelphia. Arriving in Baltimore to accept an honorary degree (accompanied by her cat, Emma), Miss Stebbins is just in time to see a man run out of St. Ives’ Cathedral into the street, where he is hit by a car. Taking refuge in the cathedral, she faints, reviving only to find herself in the presence of a corpse. What follows is a whirlwind of action and investigation. Miss Stebbins finds herself under suspicion, but with a certain New York police inspector in her corner, she might just find her way out. . . .

Buried scandals in a Colorado "ghost town" come to the surface when a professor starts asking questions about a tragic narrow-gauge railroad accident. The high-altitude town of Glory Cloud provides a richly detailed background as the professor's secretary finds herself pushed into an investigation that becomes more hazardous at every step.​

The House that Jack: Built Arriving in the peaceful vacation retreat of Witch Harbor, Maine, for their honeymoon, Timothy Fowler and bride get their first glimpse at what the locals called the House that Jack Built, “looming huge and dark and lonely on the craggy hill.” It was a rambling old house, originally built by a brilliant physician, Dr. Albert Jack, so that he could perform his mysterious experiments in secrecy. The doctor was long gone, but the house and its secrets remained. An atmosphere of mystery and suspicious activity permeating the village comes to a head when a young girl is found murdered.

Murder in Amber: Mr. and Mrs. Timothy Fowler are aboard the S. S. Orion, returning from a trip to China, when they find themselves once more at the center of a mystery, this one surrounding an amber necklace. From a 1938 review: “A necklace, a blood-stained knife, two notes from a dead man and a lump on the detective’s head are among the baffling clues which Timothy Fowler, gentleman sleuth, has to go on. And it all takes place on board ship, just one night out of Shanghai. With good characterization and a clever denouement, this should prove interesting to most of the fans.”

Busy working on a summer project, a young biologist and his wife find themselves at the center of a rural town's murder. A miserly neighbor is found dead, hanging from a tree, but the autopsy shows he was first strangled then struck on the head.

Enter the friendly amateur detective, a friend from the city who is eager to try his hand at a puzzling crime. But he'd better work quick, because there are more deaths coming . . .

Murder Takes the Veil: The College of St. Aurelien, a girls’ school, has finally brought in three male instructors: the great artist Torvaldsen, debonair author Crispin Archer, and athletic teacher Franz Eric. One of these men, however, has a dark, hidden past that threatens to erupt in disaster when young Trillium realizes that her father’s murderer has arrived on campus.

Murder at St. Dennis: Murder stalks an old hospital, St. Dennis of the Hills, when a wealthy old man with a scandalous past is brought for treatment in an iron lung. Marmion, the newly-arrived daughter of a man betrayed, Sister Magdalene and her Order who operate the neglected hospital, and hospital staff who have plenty of secrets of their own, find themselves in a deadly game of cat-and-mouse.

Sister Simon’s Murder Case: Diana Grear is haunted by fear, as a man from the past targets her to keep her quiet. Her attempts to find help fail—leaving police with few clues to a killer who has more loose ends to eliminate. It is only young Sister Simon, daughter of a fallen policeman, who recognizes that the past must be uncovered to understand the killer’s motives and identity.

Kentucky horse-racing journalist David Alexander wrote fifteen mystery novels (as well as short stories and other books) between 1951 and 1962. This volume collects his first two mysteries, which introduce hefty (and eccentric) millionaire Tommy Twotoes, penguin fancier and former bootlegger, and Terence R. Rooke, aka Soldier, fresh from a military hospital and starting out as a private investigator in the Big Apple.

Most Men Don’t Kill: Working for an Army buddy who has set up a detective agency, Soldier finds himself in a pickle when his stakeout of a married woman’s tryst ends with the discovery of a corpse. Lying low in the Bowery, Soldier attracts the attention of millionaire Tommy Twotoes, who decides to do some investigating of his own.

Murder in Black and White: Soldier is visiting a funeral parlor at the behest of Tommy Twotoes when a small albino man crashes the party and shoots up the corpse. This is only the beginning, as Soldier encounters more bodies, more crazy characters, and a loud-mouthed parrot.

"When Betty Dwight, five times lady tennis champion, is challenged by the notorious Marie Azarin, Mexico’s spectacular contribution to world tennis, the odds are against the champion. A deal of tennis, romance and mystery follow in this story which has such an interesting beginning. For when the match between the champion and the challenger begins the prophesy of the odds seems to be coming true. Marie plays brilliantly, while the champion’s game is definitely off. Imagine then, the horror of the onlookers when the Mexican player ignores one of Betty’s serves and falls to the court, dead. The story is told by young David Cameron, a designer of airplane motors. From a shipboard acquaintanceship with the beautiful champion, David, in a maze of complications, follows through to clear up the mystery of the challenger’s death. With the advent of MacMasters of Scotland Yard business picks up. The corpse disappears, another murder occurs, while the sinister figure of Azarin, uncle to Marie, figures prominently in the series of events. This book is unmistakable evidence of the versatility of Helen Wills, from championship tennis to teller of tales." (Daily Oklahoman)

Chris Lash had seen a lot of corpses in his years as Lieutenant of Detectives in Homicide, but never one as beautiful as the blonde with a goldfish on her chest.

But that was only the beginning, as more goldfish were found on more corpses. And Chris swore that he would solve the murders if it cost him his own life.

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It nearly did . . .

When Napoleon B. Smith drove his golf ball into the rough of Hell’s Half-Acre, he had not the slightest idea that he was heading into a jungle trail of murder that would tangle him with one of the most ruthless killers of his long career as a criminologist.

In this swiftly paced murder mystery you meet a detective who will certainly become one of your favorite fiction sleuths: Napoleon B. Smith, mastodon of a man, grim and ruthless as any killer, a private investigator who learned about crime the hard way on a police beat. And you’ll chuckle over the wisecracks and love affairs of his writing side-kick, Leslie Allen.

​Note: This title contains characters and action that may not be suitable for all readers.

Ronald Tompkins, the playboy whose millions flowed from Chilean copper mines, had married six breathlessly beautiful girls and was ready to elope with the seventh and loveliest when someone terminated his marriage marathon with a .32 calibre bullet. The task of finding a slayer while surrounded by this fascinating array of suspects falls to Detective Mack McGann, former government agent who has set up his own New York City office. McGann’s researches extend from the past of red-headed Shirley Stanton, cigarette girl at The Diamond Corkscrew, to the present of Irma Nelson, the blonde headwaitress, and the future of model Charity Jones, bride No. 7-elect. Aiding and abetting the dazzled sleuth through this lipstick labyrinth is that paragon of police reporters, Dinkman (Dink) Wexton, who despite the most trying circumstances still holds inviolate the newspaperman’s oath, “Never stop for a beer when there’s time for two.” Amos Holton, the funereal lawyer, Frazier Farwell, that dean of disk jockeys, and “Hooker” Hunyak, the heavyweight contender, add punch and rhythm to this fast-moving tale of pub-crawling Gotham where a woman is only a woman but a good cigar is a clue.

Miss Abigail Potter, a successful mystery author and a darling little ole sleuth, is the heroine of this refreshingly written tale of murder by knife, poison and pistol. Her first venture out of the realm of fictitious death is begun in 1945 when a young soldier on a train describes to her a plan for murder--a plan he's obviously intending to use for more than a conversational gambit. When she reads of a suspicious death in the boy's home town a few years later, she packs her bags and dashes down to solve her first real killing, filled with a synthetic confidence soon destined for a fall. Abigail's white hair and well-worn features hide an astonishing vitality and a gift for sleuthing unmatched since Watson was first saved from a misleading clue by Holmes. She'll win your heart completely as she courageously and sometimes blunderingly progresses toward her solution of a murder which baffles the police and defies the detecting ability of any reader.​

Congenial Judge Massie, former congressman and current small-town lawyer, takes time out from reeelaxin’ long enough to putter his way through a murder without a corpse and a corpse without a murder until he finally puts one of his pudgy fingers on the guilty party.

You’ll find the most unexpected corpse you’ve ever run across. It is indignant at being called a corpse. It goes walking in spats, carries a cane, even whistles—and it dies three deaths at once.

The Corpse Is Indignant is anything but gentle. Nevertheless, the native good humor that streaks its pages will give you many a laugh as you go through one of the most astonishing series of crimes ever told in a book.

The Corpse is Indignant was published in 1946.​

Terry Moore, comic strip cartoonist, whose “Little Hercules” was as well-known as Charlie McCarthy, thought it was a grand idea to involve his famous character in a comic strip murder. But when Ramon Toros was found dead in Hollywood, the police wanted to know why the adventures of “Little Hercules” bore such a strange resemblance to the incidents which had brought about Ramon’s death. And when the trail of the red-headed girl led straight to Terry, even Dan Colby, the big New York detective who was Terry’s friend, wondered how much he knew.

Little Hercules was published in 1939.​

High above Hollywood's Sunset Strip was the exclusive gown shop of Mira Hira, born plain Moira O'Hara in Chicago thirty-four years before. To the shop came stars at the peak of their beauty and success, eager still further to enhance their glamour. Such a star was Floren Lawrence, who spent the time waiting for her fitting chatting with her manager and a male admirer, and drinking with them a toast to the future. But Floren had no future—for in a few minutes she was dead, and all the evidence indicated that she had been murdered—poisoned by morphine put in her drink. The world of haute couture, the movie industry and journalism all became involved in the case, and its ramifications spread halfway across the continent and went back almost twenty years into the past. (Notably, this mystery features as its detective Joseph Miles, a Nez Percé Indian.)

Now I Lay Me Down to Die was published in 1955.​

The submarine Starfish makes a scheduled full crash dive, but disaster strikes and it doesn’t return to the surface. Half the crew drowns and the Navy scrambles to save the rest. Retired Admiral Wetherbee is laid up with a broken leg, but he begins his own investigation into the tragedy, which soon turns into a full-blown murder inquiry with a killer roaming the hospital ship. The author uses his extensive naval background to create an atmospheric thriller on, and under, the high seas.

Full Crash Dive was published in 1942.

Alec Maitland, after several years abroad, returns to London down on his luck, when he meets a former friend, Charles Biddulph, an official in one of the chief Government Offices in Whitehall. Biddulph, aware of Maitland’s special gifts and at the moment in need of a secret agent whose connection with the Ministry would not be suspected, offers him a commission to ferret out certain strange happenings which threaten a British Crown Colony in Africa. Maitland, temporarily living over a tobacco shop in Soho and selling photographic enlargements for a dealer, accepts with alacrity. But he soon finds the job much more difficult and dangerous than it was represented by Biddulph, when the scene moves from London to the Scottish grouse moor. The tale is one of the open air, of wits pitted against wits, of bloodshed, of hair-breadth escapes, of flight and pursuit, of intrigue in high places, finishing with a piece of neat detection and a surprise both for the guileless Maitland and the reader.

Night in Glengyle was published in 1933.​

Death Comes to Perigord is a detective story concerned with the disappearance and subsequent death of a man while under the care of a young doctor in the absence of the usual medical attendant. The story is set in the Channel Islands, among a mixed population of French and English, but the interest first lies in the discovery by the young doctor of certain peculiarities in the dead body which flatly contradict each other. And the doubts then raised are reinforced by the doctor’s discovery of a small peculiarity about the dead man’s watch. Subsequent clues include a ship’s figurehead, a perfumed handkerchief, a knife blade, a barking dog, and a tennis ball that had been gilded, and these apparently disconnected objects Detective McNab, with the help of Dr. Dunn, builds up into a connected and coherent sequence which, step by step, unravels the part played by each article in the murder and leads to the identification of the real criminal.

Death Comes to Perigord was published in 1931.​

It was a strange impersonation—one young girl with an air of dauntless gallantry assuming the name and personality of that other girl, who was so done in, so beaten in spirit! Begun half in jest and a dare, this transition led the tired girl (she thought) to obscurity and quiet. It brought the adventurous one to a sumptuous room at the Waldorf, a new lilac gown and dinner with a glamorous, unknown escort. Before she knew it, she had been brought face to face with grim Death, where a man lay on the rug before her—a smoking gun in her hand and his blood staining the toe of her new lilac slipper. . . .

Here is a swift, staccato mystery which moves with breathless pace and bewildering surprises.

Lady in Lilac was published in 1941.

The whole situation was most provoking and mysterious; the sudden radical change in the iodine shipments, the truculent, insulting letters. Further negotiations by mail were hopeless—someone had to go to France, to the agent in Paris and to the Brittany coast, where the seaweed was gathered and burned. It would be a delicate mission, of course, one that required tact and a certain amount of courage, but no one suspected it of being a dangerous one. . . .

If you are looking for the conventional mystery pattern which starts off with a bizarre crime to be followed by a deluge of foxy questions, another crime or so and finally the round-up of the “killer,” you had better pass this one by. It's a curious story. Disarming at first, it will lead the reader to believe that he is a pretty clever fellow, only to trip him up neatly just as he is about to reach an unshakable conclusion. Written with a smoothness and subtlety, and a picturesqueness of detail that puts it way ahead of the mystery story class, the story grows on the reader, gathering in intensity and suspense until the wildly scattered events converge to a climax that is as utterly surprising as it is dramatic and original.

A Matter of Iodine was published in 1940.

The body of Dr. John R. Holstead, Gramercy Park inventor and owner of a wholesale drug house, is hurled out of an airplane above Market Street in Newark. Suspects are plentiful: his latest (and missing) formula is worth millions (as foreign agents well know), his nephew is suspected of peddling cocaine, his late best friend’s grasping widow is in dire need of money, and some clues point to shifty smugglers. Detective Sergeant ‘Pete’ Tonelli of New York’s homicide squad untangles the clues, leading to a lively climax and desperate battle.

Death over Newark was published in 1933.

A scream, mounting higher and higher over the bustle and clatter back-stage at the Bolton Theatre— A woman staggers from the star’s dressing-room, her white satin gown stained and patterned with the gory foot-prints of a little dog, her face contorted into a mask of horror— But the show must go on!

The audience must be entertained—must laugh—while murder stalks among them. A killer may be on the stage among the players, he may be among the musicians in the orchestra, or he may be sitting there among the spectators. Anything might happen here. The Bolton Theatre is known to the theatrical profession as a “jinx house.”

Defying convention, public opinion, the press, the District Attorney himself, Detective-Sergeant Pietro Tonelli, who glories in the proud title of “cop,” carries out a bold plan to detect a murderer who has come and gone like a phantom.

The Jinx Theatre Murder was published in 1933.

In the midst of a demonstration staged by sit-down strikers, WPA Administrator Henry Ireton is murdered at his desk. Ex-newspaperman Jim Moore has been sent from Washington to look into trouble in Ireton’s district, and finds himself both the temporary new deputy administrator and sidekick to Lieut. Pietro Tonelli, the hard-boiled but human ace of the Homicide Squad, as they investigate the murder. The killer strikes again, but Moore and Tonelli discover further trouble as evidence arises that a secretive criminal organization has spread its tentacles throughout Ireton’s district, threatening to spread nationwide. Politics and murder go hand in hand in Murder in the WPA.

Murder in the WPA was published in 1937.

Two novels featuring the genial but always curious newspaperman Noah Bradshaw are collected in this volume. In Comets Have Long Tails, Bradshaw investigates the death of a young Chinese woman whose body is found near a country club. Bradshaw travels to a Canadian fishing camp in Death Casts a Lure, but murder interrupts his vacation.

Both novels were published in 1938.​

William Breen, hard-hearted banker of Keedora, Iowa, is shot by an unknown assailant whose identity remains a mystery until the very end. This is a perfect murder because there is no corpus delicti and no real clue—only a deserted Buick with blood on the back cushions. The reason for the murder and how it was committed and concealed come out gradually as the story unfolds and the little village fills with newspaper men and curiosity seekers.

Unlike most murder stories, Crime in Corn-Weather is given depth and richness by its realistic portrayal of the effect of the murder on the lives of the community. It is not only a first-rate mystery but a remarkable novel as well—vivid, fast-moving, with living characters and complete reality. (Library Column, Williamsburg, Iowa, Journal Tribune, 1935)

On the lonely Keppoch moor a dense fog was settling while four young sportsmen doggedly continued their “shoot.” There was a sudden report and a few minutes later one of the party was discovered seriously wounded. Several days after, when the victim of that unfortunate “accident” was well on the road to recovery in his host’s house, he was found shot through the temple.

The local police investigated with unusual thoroughness and ingenuity, and had it not been for one minor fact, the first shooting would have passed as accident, the second as suicide. But that single detail was enough to arouse the suspicions of Francis MacNab whose detective genius is well known to readers of other Ferguson mysteries. The criminal had made none of the mistakes so helpful to the detective, and MacNab was unaided by any of those intuitions which are convenient in fiction but seldom occur in real life.

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The result is a study in detection that will meet the approval of the most exacting reader, while a sinister premonition and tense excitement throughout will hold him to the last page.

Any number of people would be glad to put a slug into Leo Murray and what’s more, they were perfectly willing to admit it. Leo was a genius and he knew it; his shows were the envy of all the other producers for they not only made money but they seemed invariably to win Pulitzer Prizes as well. But Leo’s genius and success didn’t prevent him from being the lowest, meanest and most ruthless showman on Broadway. And that was what made Bill Benedict’s job so tough when the murderer struck. How can you pick the guilty man when everyone who ever had anything to do with the corpse has a motive? Especially, when they are the hard sort of babies who keep the show business going? It meant a lot of hot spots for Benedict and it means a breathless mystery for the reader, taking him behind the scenes to show him the inside workings of the theatrical racket, blaring with the spotlight and wisecracks of the Great White Way.​

But for the blistering June heat in Frisbie County, Shadwell Dunn’s old mansion would not have known its strangest and most sinister adventure. Three men, of widely dif­fering social stations, would have died in their beds in­stead of in their boots. And little old Professor Ames, with his wistful eyes and his mop of white hair, would never have mooned his way about those ancient rooms, deter­mined to save the fourth man. Some murder stories blow hot and then cold, but in this one the excitement never diminishes. Besides the con­tinuous action and suspense, it has a deeper probing into character and a keener per­ception of psychology than most mystery stories possess. Pattern in Black and Red is recommended as an A-1 psychological thriller.

John Hardy has come home to West Fork after a decade’s absence, planning retribution for the death of his father. Hardy has barely crossed the town line when he is thrust into action, caught up in the political machinery that rules this small town. His target has already been murdered (on the golf course), and the publisher of a small newspaper is suspected. Hardy picks a side and digs in, fighting for the man’s freedom from prison and the town’s freedom from the iron fist of a ruthless business syndicate. With clues to follow, Machiavellian schemes to counter, and fair maiden to be won, John Hardy has his hands full.

Owen Fox Jerome was the detective novel pen name for Oscar Jerome Friend (1897-1963), pulp writer, genre novelist, and literary agent.

Murder in the Tomb is a unique adventure in mystery stories by a newcomer in the field of detective-mystery fiction; but the reader who starts the story will not be able to lay the book aside until he has read to the final page.

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The novel's action is set in the city of Minneapolis during the summer of 1932. Howard Ralston, millionaire antiquarian, defies fate by bringing into his home three menaces: a Borgia poison ring, a Chinese vengeance dagger, and the mummy of Serapion, one-time Imperator of the Brothers of Karnak.

Murder results. The corpse and the mummy vanish, greatly to the annoyance of Detective Hal Denny. Benjamin Butler Bailey, young private investigator--of a type new to fiction--is called in. He and Hal Denny, despite their continued disagreements, finally solve the crime--one of the most baffling in police records.

The reader of Murder in the Tomb will find in this story a fast moving plot, high-running suspense, vivid characterization, and a surprise ending that satisfies.

Donald Bayne Hobart (1898-1970) was a prolific writer for pulp magazines and comic books, focusing on westerns and mysteries. This influence can be clearly seen in his full-length books. This volume brings together two of his early mysteries.

The Clue of the Leather Noose (1929)—An unscrupulous theater promoter is strangled on the Boardwalk, and Larry Benson finds himself caught up in an investigation that threatens to endanger the woman he loves. Surrounded by strange characters and secrets from the past, his only hope is that Captain Blake can solve the mystery.

The Cell Murder Mystery (1931)—Wealthy Fosdick Martin is stabbed, and there are plenty of suspects, but the Chief of Police John Kenny has bigger worries when a murder occurs in his own jail cells. To complicate matters, the underground crime boss known as The Lizard has his own plans . . .

The Commemoration Night ball at Beaufort College, Oxford, is disturbed first by a strange prank with a professor’s mummy, then by a tragic fire that kills the professor—or did it? If he died in the fire, what happened to the mummy? Professors Sargent and Considine take it upon themselves to investigate when the coroner rules accidental death, leaving them with unanswered questions. Dermot Morrah creates a picture-perfect Oxford environment filled with characters that draw the reader into those grounds of academia. This fun, breezy mystery will entertain the amateur detective mystery fan.

Dermot Morrah (1896-1974) was born on the Isle of Wight. He was educated at Winchester College and at New College, Oxford, where he was a mathematical scholar. From 1921 until 1928 he was a fellow of All Souls but ceased to reside there after 1922 when he entered the Home Civil Service as Assistant Principal in the Mines Department. His early writings were chiefly confined to professional contributions to government blue books, but he later wrote articles for the Times, the Daily Mail, and other papers. The Mummy Case Mystery was his only detective novel.

Duddington Pell Chalmers is a young man of taste, class, and girth. As trustee for a local art museum, he is called in by police when the troublesome curator is murdered and soon finds himself at odds with the official enquiry. There is no shortage of suspects among local artists, art dealers, and collectors, while motives become muddled when it is discovered that murder was not the only crime. Chalmers knows that time is of the essence, or the police will arrest his artist friend, bringing ruin to a bright career, but can he follow the clues to unmask the murderer? John T. McIntyre (1871-1951) was better known for his early works starring detective Ashton-Kirk and later mysteries featuring Philadelphia private investigator Jerry Mooney (the latter published under the pseudonym Kerry O’Neil). The Museum Murder was first published in 1929.

Robert Cornua is a philosopher of human nature, working on his magnum opus, when his goddaughter Julia arrives breathlessly with the news that her genial philanthropist uncle, Cornua’s best friend, has been murdered—and Julia herself is likely to be the prime suspect! Cornua quickly becomes embroiled in trying to find the murderer but finds himself at odds with the police and criminal gangs. Questions abound: Who is the murderer? What are the gangs after? Can an absent-minded philosopher be an effective amateur detective? Who wins Julia’s heart?

The Philosopher’s Murder Case was written by Jack Randall Crawford, professor of English at Yale University from 1909-1946.

A wine-tasting party turns deadly, as shady business at a vineyard brings together wine connoisseurs and unsavory characters. George Congreve has invited his friend Merton to a chateau in France, but plans for a wine feast are soon spoiled when another guest is found murdered.

Congreve takes on the investigation to stall calling the French police, and uses a wine-related tactic to put his witnesses in a cooperative mood.

This is a well-written mystery that will interest enthusiasts of Golden-Age detective fiction, with plenty of clues scattered among the empty wine bottles.

These two novels tell the story of Addison Kent, mystery writer, who becomes embroiled in mysteries of his own, and who runs into international jewel thief Alceste. Alceste is a man of mystery, dangerous and cunning, who steals the finest of gems. These novels are full of twists and turns, as Kent solves mysteries of murder and theft and tries to run Alceste to ground.

Hopkins Moorhouse (pseudonym of Herbert Joseph Moorhouse [1882-1960]) was a Canadian journalist and author. The Gauntlet of Alceste was first published in 1921. The Golden Scarab was published as a serial in the American McLean's Magazine in 1926.

The inimitable Quinny Hite is on the case—tough, cocky Quinny who invariably ends up in deeper waters of detection than he bargained for. Quinny's territory is Times Square, but he'll dig in wherever he is when murder appears.

Volume 1—Chinese Red: A wealthy playboy disappears from a dinner party at a Chinese restaurant, only to be found murdered. Quinny finds plenty of suspects, and one beautiful half-Chinese, half-Russian singer. Here Lies the Body: A cold-hearted patriarch is found murdered in the family cemetery. Family secrets complicate Quinny’s investigation (not to mention a jarring ride on horseback).

Volume 2—The Fourth Star: Quinny investigates the mysterious death of a woman found in an empty home owned by her ex-husband. Sinister Street: Quinny is hired to investigate a robbery, but murder soon exposes a more insidious plot. “The Corpse in Grampa’s Bed”: A Quinny Hite short story involving mysteriously mixed-up corpses.

[Note: due to copyright renewal, the first Quinny Hite novel, The Dead Take No Bows, is unavailable for reprint at this time.]