After winning a lottery, Miss Haslett, a middle-aged school mistress, seeks financial advice. She is introduced to a stockbroker, John Throgmorton, and shortly thereafter is found murdered. Scotland Yard's DI Martin is called in to investigate.

Not strictly mystery, but a combination thriller, detection yarn, adventure, in the detailed exposition of a man's downfall. A Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde sort of tale, of a crook who runs a dope ring, to insure the respectability of his alter ego and the social desirability of his daughter.

I EMPTIED my stein, called for another and looked once more into the Platzl, The morning was warm and fine ; the season was late September, the 27th to be exact; and the air gave promise that St. Martin would not be cheated of his summer. Dust, chased in spirals by a light breeze, was dancing down the street and Munich was pleasant to look upon.I was sitting in one of the arched windows of the Hofbrauhaus, in whose dark halls men had grasped beer-pots, and drunk and swore, and quarr...

Death Walks in Eastrepps begins quietly--almost too quietly. Robert Eldridge is returning to Eastrepps on the London train for his customary Wednesday night tryst with Margaret Withers. At the same time Miss Mary Hewitt is sitting down to dinner with her brother James. Later that night she will make her usual visit to Mrs. Dampier at Tamarisk House. As she leaves to go home, nothing is out of the ordinary. But Mary Hewitt doesn't reach home that night, and her corpse is found the next dayi...

EXCERPT: The morning was warm and fine; the season was late September, the 27th to be exact; and the air gave promise that St. Martin would not be cheated of his summer. Dust, chased in spirals by a light breeze, was dancing down the street and Munich was pleasant to look upon. I was sitting in one of the arched windows of the Hofbrauhaus, in whose dark halls men had grasped beer-pots, and drunk and swore, and quarrelled and sung Lieder for four hundred years. I had been at my table for so...

While traveling across Europe, a young man is drawn into a dangerous conspiracy after an accidental encounter places a mysterious document in his hands. What begins as a search for lost luggage soon plunges him into a world of coded messages, secret meetings, and ruthless enemies determined to silence him.Set against the tense political atmosphere of 1920s Geneva, the story blends espionage with classic detective elements as hidden allegiances and dangerous plots unfold. Following ...

A novel of psychological terror set in a mental asylum that became the basis for Alfred Hitchcock's Spellbound starring Ingrid Bergman and Gregory Peck.From the outset, the air that Beeding's characters breathe crackles with ominous electricity. This is surely what appealed to Alfred Hitchcock when he found Beeding's The House of Dr. Edwardes and used it as the inspiration for his unforgettable film Spellbound.The "house" of the t...

Es begann alles mit dem Verlust meines Gepäcks. Ich war auf dem Rückweg von einer Reise durch die toskanischen Städte über die Riviera nach England und hatte meinen Koffer in Genua angemeldet. Als ich jedoch in dieser Stadt ankam, erfuhr ich nach vielen schwierigen Nachforschungen, in deren Verlauf man mir versicherte, dass Italien dank Signor Mussolini ein großes und ruhmreiches Land sei, das bald die unbestrittene Herrin des Mittelmeers und die leistungsfähigste Nation Europas sein würde...

Robert Eldridge hat sich in eine verheiratete Frau, Margaret Withers, verliebt, die ihre Affäre vor ihrem entfremdeten Ehemann verheimlichen muss, um nicht das Sorgerecht für ihre Tochter zu verlieren. Robert, der in Wirklichkeit ein gesuchter Mann namens Selby ist, der sich einige Jahre zuvor mit den Ersparnissen vieler Leute aus dem Staub gemacht hat, besucht Margaret also jede Woche heimlich, während er sich angeblich in London aufhält, um seine Geschäfte zu erledigen. Margrets Couson e...

'Warum nicht das Tivoli? Man sagt, es sei ein guter Film - George Arliss in The House of Rothschild. Vielleicht bekommen Sie ein paar Tipps zur Hochfinanz.' Hermione Taylor blickte ohne Begeisterung auf den Mann vor ihr. Er stand mit dem Rücken zum Funkgerät und lächelte sie vage an. Sie wusste, dass er so lächelte, wenn er sich unwohl fühlte, unsicher war und sich fragte, was sie wohl sagen oder tun würde. Das Lächeln verärgerte sie und erfüllte sie gleichzeitig mit einem seltsamen Gefühl...

ROBERT ELDRIDGE sat back in his seat. The train would be moving presently. He looked at his watch.... Twelve minutes past seven. He had perhaps entered the train too soon. His compartment might at the last moment be invaded. Then, of course, he would have to move into another.He hoped it had not been noticed— this anxiety of his to avoid his fellow-men whenever he caught the 7:15 from Fenchurch Street. But that was hardly likely. There was nothing to excite suspicion or even comment...

Ich habe sein Handgelenk gerade noch rechtzeitig erwischt. Das Messer, das ich mit der Spitze nach oben in einer schmutzigen Hand hielt, blitzte seitlich zwischen den ungeschützten Rippen des Mannes vor mir hervor. Ich beugte den beleidigenden Arm zurück, drehte ihn scharf, und das Messer fiel zu Boden. Aber der Mann, der es hielt, wand sich in meinem Griff und stieß mir im selben Moment sein linkes Knie hart in die Magengrube. Der Schlag erwischte mich geschickt und veranlasste mich, mein...