Trouble struck the schooner Griselda at 9:40 on an April evening. It was not the fault of the weather or the sea or the soundness of her hull. The trouble was human. A woman. Her name was Julia Parks, though in the beginning she insisted it was Lambert. <P> It was hard to blame Howard Crane for bringing her aboard, because Julia always got what she wanted. What she wanted in this case was money. Keith Lambert’s—her ex-husband’s—money. That there were others too who wanted it was one of...
The Second Mystery Novel MEGAPACK® presents four more classic mysteries (published between 1941 and 1959) by top mystery writers of the era…more than 650 pages of classic whodunits. Dig in and enjoy! Included are:<P> SPEAK OF THE DEVIL, by Elisabeth Sanxay Holding<BR> THE MERCHANT OF MURDER, by Spencer Dean<BR> THE FIFTH KEY, by George Harmon Coxe<BR> BONES DON'T LIE, by Curtiss T. Gardner<P> If you enjoy this volume of classic mysteries, don't forget...
Four different writers explore the darker aspects of crime fiction in THE NOIR NOVEL MEGAPACK™:<P> HUNTER AT LARGE, by Thomas B. Dewey … Mickey requested a year's leave of absence from his job on the police force. What else could he do? He'd just spent five months in the hospital because he'd been the only witness to a brutal murder…and the victim was his own wife!<P> NEVER BET YOUR LIFE, by George Harmon Coxe … It was a tidy Florida motel with all the important...
LOVED TO DEATH!<P> Actually, she hadn't been worth getting involved with.<P> Yet, the fact remained that a lot of men had. And one of them had been more involved than anyone could know.<P> A cozy, one-bedroom apartment and an engraved anniversary present put George Harmon Coxe's celebrated private detective, Sam Crombie, onto the trail of four men. All had loved the same woman. All had eventually left her. One had left her dead…
When Kent Murdock, news cameraman who doubles as a private eye, steps into a case there’s always plenty of fast talk and fast action. But even Kent didn't bargain for the singing slugs and flying fists that dogged his trail in the bedroom murder of New York’s most beautiful radio writer – who handed out keys to her apartment like a salesman hands out samples. It was only reasonable that Kent should be trailed by trouble – for this time he was both detective and chief suspect! And that was...
