When an elderly man's body is found on the steps of chambers in the Midde Temple, one of the Inns of Court, it falls to newspaperman Frank Spargo and Detective-Sergeant Rathbury to solve the crime. The murdered man, for indeed it was murder, was found with no money or identification on his person except for a piece of paper with the name and address of a young barrister. Who is the victim? Why was he killed? Who is the murderer? These are the questions that Spargo and Rathbury must answer in The Middle Temple Murder. This classic book was edited by Resurrected Press. Resurrected Press is...

When the manager of a small bank in the English village of Scarnham failed to appear to open the bank on a Monday morning, it was assumed to be a matter of a missed train. But when the bank's owners reported missing securities and Lady Ellersdeane's jewels - worth a hundred thousand pounds - can't be found, things take a more serious turn. Has the manager, formerly a pillar of honesty, absconded with the missing items, or has something more sinister occurred? When a body is found at the bottom of an abandoned lead mine, the latter seems more likely. Wallington Neale, the bank's assistant...

When businessman Marshall Allerdyke receives a late night message to meet his cousin in Hull, he makes a late night drive only to find on his arrival that his cousin is dead. Further investigation reveals that he had been carrying a fortune in jewels that has now gone missing. Allerdyke vows to track down the murders at any cost. But to do so he must discover whether the mysterious woman he had met traveling to Hull was the one who left the jeweled buckle in his cousin's room, and if he can trust his cousin's American business associate Franklin Fullaway. But most important of all, he must...

When Jacob Herapath, the wealthy property developer, is found dead in his office, a revolver at his side and a bullet wound to the head, the time of death is placed a midnight. Remarkably, his driver left him off at his home an hour later where he consumed a scotch and several sandwiches. Something is obviously amiss. Add an allegedly forged will, the hint of an old family scandal, and a former secretary of the murdered man whose motives are none too clear, and the mystery only deepens. J. S. Fletcher has put together an intriguing puzzle with plenty of twists and turns in . . . The Herapath...

The small Yorkshire town of Highmarket was a quiet place. A place of industry and hard-working people. But even small towns can hold secrets, and Highmarket has more than its share. When a newcomer to the town is found murdered, secrets long buried start to come to light leading to a series of events with the most dire consequences affecting even the leading citizens of the town, even . . . The Borough Treasurer

A man falls falls to his death from a cathedral. The question is whether he fell or was pushed. After being fired from his job, Pembertson Bryce begins to wonder if his former employer, Dr Mark Ransford, is involved in the death. Bryce's investigation twists and turns as he tries to track down the truth. An engrossing, compelling mystery from a master of the genre.

Fans of golden-era mysteries will relish the twists and turns of J.S. Fletcher's The Chestermarke Instinct. This cleverly crafted mystery begins with what seems like a common enough occurrence: a bank manager is late for work one morning. But what first appears to be simply a matter of a missed train soon is revealed to be a much more vexing problem. Has the manager committed the perfect crime -- or was he an innocent victim? Joseph Smith Fletcher (Halifax, Yorkshire de l'Ouest, 7 fevrier 1863 - Dorking, Surrey, 30 janvier 1935), mieux connu sous le signature J.S. Fletcher, est un...

THE MAYOR'S PARLOUR Hathelsborough market-place lies in the middle of the town-a long, somewhat narrow parallelogram, enclosed on its longer side by old gabled houses; shut in on its western end by the massive bulk of the great parish church of St. Hathelswide, Virgin and Martyr, and at its eastern by the ancient walls and high roofs of its mediaeval Moot Hall. The inner surface of this space is paved with cobble-stones, worn smooth by centuries of usage: it is only of late years that the conservative spirit of the old borough has so far accommodated itself to modern requirements as to...

Summary This was the third week of Selwood's secretaryship to Jacob Herapath. Herapath was a well-known man in London. He was a Member of Parliament, the owner of a sort of model estate of up-to-date flats, and something of a crank about such matters as ventilation, sanitation, and lighting. He himself, a bachelor, lived in one of the best houses in Portman Square; when he engaged Selwood as his secretary he made him take a convenient set of rooms in Upper Seymour Street, close by. He also caused a telephone communication to be set up between his own house and Selwood's bedroom, so that he...