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Rose Charteris' dead body at the bottom of a sand pit let the onlookers believe that probably she died due to a freak accident… But Chief Inspector Pointer is deeply suspicious as there are many people who will directly benefit from her murder! Excerpt: "Cockburn thought that the colonel looked vexed. An old scar on his forehead blazed a bar of crimson. A sign of anger. Yet he could hardly be annoyed with the girls for knowing where the professor was. But already the colonel had puzzled him on the courts. Generally a fine player—to-day! Cockburn eyed him as he cut a cigar unevenly, and decided that something was up. It was not Colonel Scarlett's habit to chip a Corona like that. Nor to hold it so tightly that it leaked. Nor to smoke it at a pace which would turn it into an overheated cabbage stalk."
The "unfortunate" and "coincidental" deaths of Rev. John Avery and a local village fellow do not excite any suspicion in locals until Inspector Pointer gets involved in the case! Excerpt: "The rector got up from his writing table and laying his pipe down, stood a moment as though collecting his thoughts. A distinguished-looking man of around forty was John Avery, with his tall spare figure, his clever, scholarly face. He was frowning as he absent-mindedly straightened a yellow china jar on the corner of the mantelshelf. Then he returned to his knee-hole table, and, taking an apple from a plate which always stood on the corner, began slowly to eat it, still with a look of abstraction on his face, still with some inner discomfort marking a frown on his fine forehead. The apple automatically disposed of, he drew out his watch and looked at it. Four o'clock. His sister-in-law would probably be in her own sitting-room."
A gift of an ornate Chinese chest ends up becoming the coffin of the receiver. Who killed him? And, why was his body put inside the same chest that was supposed to be exhibited in a party? Chief Inspector Pointer must solve the clues to this locked-room mystery and find the killer before it's too late! Excerpt: "Mr.Farrant to see you, sir, Very urgent.Mr. William Farrant." The private inquiry agent smoothed his forehead and nodded as he glanced at a calendar of social events which his clerk prepared for him daily. A moment later a young man was shown in. He was of big build, but moved with a step so noiseless that even now, when he came forward and shook Schofild's outstretched hand, no footfall could be heard, and the room had parquet flooring."
For the rest of the world Nicolas Steele is a blackmailer, a burglar, a crook, linked with indefinite number of criminal deeds and actions, but for his valet, Steele is merely the master. After five years of service, Bigg offers his input in his master's endeavors and exploits, presenting his side of the truth, but not leaving out numerous astonishing facts and astounding details regarding Steel's criminal record. A Gentleman's Gentleman tell the is an action adventure mystery book assembled from certain pages from the life and strange adventures of Sir Nicolas Steele, as related by his valet Hildebrand Bigg.
Josephine Tey's novel, 'The Man in the Queue', is a masterpiece of the classic mystery genre, blending elements of suspense and psychological depth. Set in 1920s London, the story follows the investigation of a murder case at a theater, with twists and turns that keep the reader guessing until the very end. Tey's writing style is both elegant and engaging, with a keen attention to detail that creates a vivid and immersive reading experience. The novel is a reflection of the Golden Age of detective fiction, with its focus on careful observation and logical deduction. Fans of Agatha Christie and Dorothy L. Sayers will find much to enjoy in Tey's work. Josephine Tey, a pseudonym for Elizabeth Mackintosh, was a Scottish author known for her skillful plotting and character development. Her background in theater and her interest in psychology are evident in 'The Man in the Queue', as she explores complex motives and relationships among her characters. Tey's ability to create richly drawn and realistic personalities adds depth to the mystery at the heart of the novel. I highly recommend 'The Man in the Queue' to readers who appreciate a well-crafted and compelling mystery novel. Tey's writing is timeless, and this book is sure to captivate fans of the genre with its intricate plot and intriguing characters.
Jewel Mysteries, from a Dealer's Note is a collection of mystery stories featuring jewel dealer Bernard Sutton. Sutton is a smart, hard-headed Victorian gentleman and a client's money buys his jewels, but not his companionship or respect. His profession leads him down some captivating trails and he often finds it necessary to solve a puzzle or a crime in order to protect his business or a valuable client. Table of Contents: The Opal of Carmalovitch The Necklace of Green Diamonds The Comedy of the Jewelled Links Treasure of White Creek The Accursed Gems The Watch and the Scimitar The Seven Emeralds The Pursuit of the Topaz The Ripening Rubies My Lady of the Sapphires
Thipps, an architect, finds a dead body wearing nothing but a pair of pince-nez in the bath of his London flat. Lord Peter Wimsey—a nobleman who has recently developed an interest in criminal investigation as a hobby—resolves to investigate the matter privately. Leading the official investigation is Inspector Sugg, who suggests that the body may be that of the famous financier Sir Reuben Levy, who disappeared from his bedroom in mysterious circumstances the night before. Sir Reuben's disappearance is in the hands of Inspector Charles Parker, a friend of Wimsey's. Although the body in the bath superficially resembles that of Sir Reuben, it quickly becomes clear that it is not him, and it appears that the cases may be unconnected! So whose body is it anyway? Read on!
When the dead body of Sir William Ponson is found in a nearby river, he is presumed to have died due to drowning. But then the clues start pointing towards a gruesome murder. Now it is up to Inspector Tanner to find the owner of the mysterious footprints and prevent the estate from falling into the hands of Sir William's murderers.
Ralph Leslie, a young doctor by professor, signs on as a private helper on a yacht. Soon the yacht is rocked with sensational triple axe-murders and Leslie is the only person who can inspire trust in the crew. But who is the killer? How will he get caught now? Excerpt: "The yacht Ella lay in the river not far from my hospital windows. She was not a yacht when I first saw her, nor at any time, technically, unless I use the word in the broad sense of a pleasure-boat. She was a two-master, and, when I saw her first, as dirty and disreputable as are most coasting-vessels. Her rejuvenation was the history of my convalescence. On the day she stood forth in her first coat of white paint, I exchanged my dressing-gown for clothing that, however loosely it hung, was still clothing. Her new sails marked my promotion to beefsteak, her brass rails and awnings my first independent excursion up and down the corridor outside my door, and, incidentally, my return to a collar and tie."
Will you forgive yourself if under an influence of a weird substance you turn into a ruthless murderer? What if you are a detective yourself and in-charge of the murder investigations? Will you surrender yourself or will you hide yourself from the law? Peter Wacks will soon learn it the hard way… Excerpt: "I shall never know what dreadful impulse compels me to write it all down. My life is so many, many times forfeit to the State that were my hideous secret to become known, even now, after all these years, within an hour infuriated crowds would gather at my gate and I should be torn limb from limb without the slightest hope of mercy or reprieve. I shall never be forgiven. My crimes were too brutal. I spared neither young nor old, and every deed of violence that could bring pain and horror it was fiendish joy to do..."