Joseph Fairweather languishes in a mental institution because he has a theory about time and space that’s just plain crazy. Across the ocean in an abandoned warehouse by the River Thames, Eadgyth Whitchurch lies bound hand and foot, soon to be thrown into the river by the London branch of the Tong of the Lean Grey Rats That Swarm the World, just because she overheard a phone conversation she shouldn’t have. Meanwhile, back in the States there’s a slab of ancient stone that seems to disappear and reappear according to some laws of nature we know nothing about. What’s going on here?
She was a red-headed widow…mourner or murderess? A classic mystery, originally published in 1954!
Old man Whittaker, in the prime of life, has been sentenced to die of cancer, and it is his strange and demoniacal whim to expose in name and deed the intimate friends with whose hidden crimes he has had a confessor’s acquaintance. To allow them a terrible moment in which to flavor their own ruin, he asks them for a week-end of celebration and, as the starting gun, informs them of the Memoir…
When a plan to celebrate the town of Dexter, Pennsylvania's Civil War history threatens to derail a Congressman's political career, steps must be taken! A comic tale by short story master Jacob Hay.
Vice and murder prowl Chicago–and one man hunts a killer through the glittering Gold Coast and seamy back alleys! Edgar Award Winner for Best First Novel (1948).
This collection of six classic stories introduces Reggie Fortune, a country doctor with a passion for sweets – and a lackluster work ethic. But Reggie may have found his true calling when he stumbles into mysteries!
The condemned man asked for three things before he climbed the thirteen steps to the gallows: a glass eye, a champagne cork and a wooden parrakeet. Can any mystery writer—other than Chicago paper blackener Harry Stephen Keeler—have proposed such a scenario? And then written a huge meganovel filled with celestials and tong lore to explain why the condemned man should make such a request?
Alan Douglas wore another man's face and lived with another man's woman. And he was to die another man's death.