Four years ago Charles Moray had been jilted at the altar by Margaret Langton. He has suffered bewilderment and hurt. He returns to London to find her mixed up in a vicious plot involving kidnap - and worse.
Four years ago Charles Moray had been jilted at the altar by Margaret Langton. He has suffered bewilderment and hurt. He returns to London to find her...
Classic Miss Silver mystery from the golden age of crime: Lewis Brading knew someone wanted him dead but he didn't know who ... until the moment of his murder.
Classic Miss Silver mystery from the golden age of crime: Lewis Brading knew someone wanted him dead but he didn't know who ... until the moment of hi...
Ambrose Minstrel, the inventor, is undoubtedly eccentric. But even his oddities cannot account for the strange events at Meade House. Young Hugo Ross, Minstrel's new secretary, feels that all the dark happenings centre somehow on himself - cryptic remarks and veiled glances between Minstrel and his assistant, stealthy footsteps in the dead of night, the offer of a small fortune for the worthless field glasses. And then there is the unknown girl who had called from the dark, the rest of her statement swallowed by the night? But...
"You mustn't go to Meade House. I've heard..."
Ambrose Minstrel, the inventor, is undoubtedly eccentric. But even his oddities cann...
"How would you like to die for your country?" asked Benbow Smith languidly.
Now that Marian has broken their engagement, Lindsay Trevor finds danger welcome, even though it means dyeing his hair red and impersonating his cousin Froth as Restow's secretary.
Who is this Restow, huge, good-natured - is he fabulously rich or desperately poor? Is he the mysterious Vulture, that master of deceit and manipulation? And there is Restow's wife, the big, tempestuous snake-charmer Gloria; Dalton, the lean, black, spider-like librarian, and Elsie Manning, Froth's friend, who is...
"How would you like to die for your country?" asked Benbow Smith languidly.
Now that Marian has broken their engagement, Lindsay Tr...
There was a hand pressed against the window, a large hand that looked unnaturally white, the blood driven from it by the pressure of a man's weight. The light showed the pale fingers-and the still paler palm crossed by a dark, jagged scar.
Young Sally Meredith is distracted from her jam recipes by a visit from uncle Fritzi, who is accompanied by a mysterious red lacquer case containing a deadly secret. A band of unscrupulous international agents are close behind, and when the eccentric uncle disappears into the night the lacquer case is stolen. But Sally is now the only person...
There was a hand pressed against the window, a large hand that looked unnaturally white, the blood driven from it by the pressure of a man's wei...
"I know what we'll do. We'll play Devil-in-the dark."
When Sarah Trent was engaged as governess to seventeen-year-old Lucilla Hildred, she didn't bargain for a series of sinister occurrences--scary noises, the nocturnal rattle of claws against glass, a sabotaged bicycle. Then there is a neighbouring burglary, leaving a set of muddy footprints--but whose?
Sarah comes to suspect that someone is trying to kill the orphaned Lucilla, sole heir to a fortune. Is it visiting American John Brown, or could Lucilla be playing a deceptive game of her own? Someone is poised,...
"I know what we'll do. We'll play Devil-in-the dark."
When Sarah Trent was engaged as governess to seventeen-year-old Lucilla Hildr...
She held the candle steady and, stooping, touched the smeared patch with the tip of her finger.
The stain was blood.
When Sarah Marlowe, secretary to the president of the New Psychical Society, touches the cold, strange object in her hand-bag, she thinks at first it is a snake. As things turn out, it is almost as dangerous.
Her travelling acquaintance, Emily Case, has been murdered by someone who won't hesitate to kill again to obtain the contents of Sarah's bag. Unwilling to join the spirit world herself, Sarah enlists the aid of a handsome if not...
She held the candle steady and, stooping, touched the smeared patch with the tip of her finger.
She had trembled. She had laughed her shaky little laugh. And she had vanished into thin air.
And the door was locked on the inside.
When young Anthony Colstone inherits Stonegate from his grandfather's cousin, he hardly expects to be haunted by death. Why had Sir Jervis wanted him to promise never to move the ancient megalithic stones and why did no one even know how many there were? Surely old Susan Bowyer knows--she is nearly one hundred and she knows everything about the village. And perhaps her great-granddaughter, Susan, knows something, at one moment...
She had trembled. She had laughed her shaky little laugh. And she had vanished into thin air.