It was curious that the aerial bombardment of London, which had ennobled so much that was normall...

A golden age mystery, first published in 1950.

A golden age mystery, first published in 1952.

A golden age mystery, first published in 1949.

A golden age mystery, first published in 1951..

A golden age mystery, first published in 1951.

Es ist Heiligabend und Sir Eustace Vernon hat eine kleine Gesellschaft eingeladen, um bei einem D...

'There's something . . . I mean we simply must see Miss Fortune now. She isn't in bed, is she?' '...

'It's terrible. It's a body . . . the head cut off . . . and the hands.'Who is-or was-the headles...

'Know him?' he asked.Bobby was for a moment too surprised to answer. He had thought of every ...

'Surely you can sit on a seat for a few minutes without getting into conversation with a perfectl...

Tom came running up, pulling at his socks, so that there seemed something hiccuping, drunken, in ...

'I don't like it, Olive. No good, plain evidence, not so much as the smell of a fingerprint. Noth...

Near the right temple was a hole, and down the forehead and along the nose was dried blood. 'Shot...

Murder begins with the death of a kitten...Artist Jeanie Halliday is thrilled to move into a co...

'There are some embroidered waistcoats . . . They are very old. A museum might be glad of them. ....

'If you don't think I'm taking a liberty in saying so, my opinion is that he was knocked down fir...

'Of course, it's rotten having a murder in the village, and especially in what was once my own ho...

'What you have in your mind is the possibility that someone put poison on a rose, and Mr. Morgan ...

'I'm writing to you about the death of Mr. Dearborn. You bet the murderer's laughing up his sleev...

'[I]f only we could make the manor subscribe a little bit towards her own upkeep,' we fretted.But...

Perhaps the victim had not been unconscious but had known her fate, had sent upwards from the bla...

'Thou hast betrayed, and thou hast slain…' What is the mystery shrouding the lovely but ...

'Is Florence looking after the house all right? I thought it was rather touching of her to say sh...

I am going to commit a murder. I offer no apology for the curtness of the statement. An individua...

When she turned round I saw that she had a carving knife in her hand. Why has Pelham Hargrave ret...

It wasn't I who discovered the body. I want to make that perfectly clear, if only for the benefit...

Four years. That's how long it took Californian playboy Michael Vickers to regain his memory and ...

'Murder is easy. It's child's play to commit murder and get away with it.' Unpleasant uncle Huber...

...for the first time in her life, she was living as she had always unknowingly wanted to live: i...

There was no mistaking the sound: it was that of a stealthy footfall, and it appeared to come fro...

That man is fortunate who has the world against him.Israel Rank has many advantages and qualities...

The body lay face downwards in a foot of water at the bottom of the ditch. Up to the present it h...

She wondered how Lady Masters got her old parlour maid to carry the coffee right across the lawn....

'What happens,' Bobby asked, 'when a woman with an irresistible attraction for men, and the man w...

As I waited for the carriage I realized that whereas before I had been accustomed to think of her...

She held the candle steady and, stooping, touched the smeared patch with the tip of her finger....

They grabbed their fishing bags, and made a dive for their rods which were standing, ready for us...

Mr Sutton Armadale, the financier, was shot dead on the private polo ground of his palatial home....

The parcel was addressed in sprawling capitals to 'Antony Rossiter, Esq. By hand.' There was no m...

'It's a storm in a tea-cup, of course, but then we happen to live in a tea-cup!' So begins Cami...

'One brown mouse. Victim of foul play.' Chalk Street, Camden Town, is the busy scene for all kind...

Sometimes it is difficult to see clearly in what direction one's duty lies (and especially diffic...

'You don't want to mind about any of this,' said the driver, waving a hand at the grey ruins and ...

'I'm not really worrying, but it's very isolated. Boscath is like an island in some ways.' 'I see...

What could be more innocent than a crossword puzzle? A game to while away an idle hour, a diversi...

'At first it may seem an astounding coincidence that two members of a family should have consider...

Shortly after the end of World War II, Laurence Whistler set out to write 'a guide to the festiva...