When Mura the Siamese cat screams, Death is sure to strike At Madame Fournier's quarantined pension in Taxco, Mexico's fabled "silver city," Death remorselessly stalks new prey. Among these confined guests-the actress on the run, the playboy in pursuit, the disagreeable newspaper columnist, the New York artist, the archaeology professor, the enigmatic matron and the highly discreet gentleman from Dallas, Texas-who will live and who will die? Can Hugh Rennert, U.S. Customs Service agent and something of an amateur detective, unmask a murderer and end a deadly rampage? Are the killings really...

A blood donor is killed, and Sheriff Peter Bounty must figure out why in order to find the murderer. Does someone have a grudge against the sick man's family? Is it another potential donor? What about the strange doctor who has been shunned by the town? Characters and clues abound in this first novel featuring as lead detective the cat-loving Texas Sheriff Peter Bounty, who first appeared in Todd Downing's The Last Trumpet.

The ex-Governor of Texas is traveling with family in preparation for an inadvisable wedding when he is suddenly murdered. His old friend Sheriff Peter Bounty is on hand to try and solve the case. The ex-Governor had enemies, and there are plenty of motives, as Bounty sifts through the clues, suspects, and evidence. This train ride builds suspense to the very last chapter as you follow Bounty on his mission of justice.

While placidly pedaling his bicycle on the morning before Easter, Constable Simmons, a twenty-year veteran of the Bermuda Police Force, discovers a beautiful woman's lifeless body on Snake Road. She has been stabbed to death. Incongruously, a bouquet of lilies lies by her side. From this slender clue of the Easter lilies an intricately interlaced murder problem quickly blossoms in Bermuda. Soon another person, a man this time, is found dead in Hamilton, the territorial capital. He has been struck down by mercury bichloride. Can the intrepid Bermuda Police Force send Death, a most unwelcome...

Murder at the New York Stock Exchange And not just one dead stockbroker but two Both men, it is soon learned, were mysteriously poisoned, much to the irritation of the man in charge of the case, the sardonic Inspector Bullock. "Don't tell me it's a strange, oriental poison known only to the high priests of an obscure tribe in the upper Himalayas," he wisecracks. "Don't tell me that, 'cause I'm way behind on my Fu-Manchu stories." Inspector Bullock scoffs at Great Detectives like Philo Vance and Drury Lane ("those mincing, namby-pamby, know-it-alls"), but he soon finds himself confronting...

In honor of the 70th birthday of Professor Douglas G. Greene, mystery genre scholar and publisher, this book offers 26 essays on detective fiction by contributors around the world, including ten Edgar (Mystery Writers of America) winners and nominees. The essays cover a myriad of authors and books from over a century, from J.S. Fletcher's The Investigators, originally serialized in 1901, to P.D. James' Death Comes to Pemberley, published at the end of 2011. Subjects covered include detective fiction in the Edwardian era and the "Golden Age" between the two world wars; hard-boiled detective...

The author of this cleverly written first mystery has been a newspaper reporter, foreign correspondent, American correspondent for London papers and press chairman of the Fashion Group. Consequently this story of murder and intrigue in the glamorous world of style and silhouette is told with a competence and sparkle which make it truly outstanding. A committee meeting of the Tomorrow Club, fashion arbiters supreme, was interrupted by the sudden collapse of Nancy Pierce, blonde, ornate, too showy for really good style, and a public menace to every male creature between eighteen and eighty. The...

Susan Yates, distinguished and charming New York fashion designer, was one of the few people on a transatlantic liner who knew that a fabulous figure of New York's glamour trade lay dead behind the closed door of a stateroom. Susan was one of the stream of Americans returning to New York from Europe's war scare, and when Lyle Curtis, assistant district attorney, met her at quarantine, she was very glad that freedom of the port was one of the benefits of his friendship. A tremendous news story about the death of a prominent figure, an unsolved case that reflected no credit on the district...

Susan Yates, fashion designer, was called in by the district attorney's office to give an expert opinion in a murder case. Fingerprint men, photographers, detectives of every status and the assistant D. A. himself were working on the case, but there was one thing about the victim that brought them all up short-why would a fashionable young lady wear a decollete evening gown over long winter underwear? This was the way in which Prunella Parton was dressed when she was found murdered on an incoming ski train, and it was the reason for this peculiar garb that Susan Yates was called on to supply....

Even though Sally Stuart's Aunt Maggie may have been a trial sometimes, what with her endless talk about genealogy, surely no one could have wanted to kill her Yet it's Aunt Maggie whom Sally finds strangled in the back passageway at Wisteria Hall, the stately antebellum mansion outside Roswell, Georgia, where she and her husband, Bill, are holding a house party to celebrate the engagement of beautiful Claire Harper and handsome Bob Dunbar. Things go from bad to worse after Sally stumbles across Aunt Maggie's dead body. Wisteria Hall is cut off from civilization, as a thunderstorm hits, the...