This book contains the following works arranged alphabetically by authors last names A Royal Prisoner [Marcel Allain] The Man Who Knew Too Much,The Man Who Was Thursday: a Nightmare [G.K Chesterton] The Hound of the Baskervilles,The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes [Arthur Conan Doyle] The Nebuly Coat [John Meade Falkner] The Chestermarke Instinct,The Middle of Things,The Orange-Yellow Diamond,The Paradise Mystery [Joseph Smith Fletcher] Helen Vardon's Confession,The Singing Bone{R. Austin Freem...

Hallo! Is that Hampstead Police Station? Yes. Who are you? Detective-Inspector Chippenfield of Scotland Yard. Tell Inspector Seldon I want him, and be quick about it. Yes, sir. Hang on, sir. I'll put you through to him at once.

Murder mystery set in a remote country inn at Norfolk, England.

Excerpt:The voice of the clergyman intoned the last sad hope of humanity, the final prayer was said, and the mourners turned away, leaving Mrs. Turold to take her rest in a bleak Cornish churchyard among strangers, far from the place of her birth and kindred.The fact would not have troubled her if she had known. In life she had been a nonentity; in death she was not less. At least she could now mix with her betters without reproach, free (in the all-enveloping silence) from t...

Excerpt:Seen in the sad glamour of an English twilight, the old moat-house, emerging from the thin mists which veiled the green flats in which it stood, conveyed the impression of a habitation falling into senility, tired with centuries of existence. Houses grow old like the race of men; the process is not less inevitable, though slower; in both, decay is hastened by events as well as by the passage of Time.The moat-house was not so old as English country-houses go, but it h...

Excerpt: Seen in the sad glamour of an English twilight, the old moat-house, emerging from the thin mists which veiled the green flats in which it stood, conveyed the impression of a habitation falling into senility, tired with centuries of existence. Houses grow old like the race of men; the process is not less inevitable, though slower; in both, decay is hastened by events as well as by the passage of Time. The moat-house was not so old as English country-houses go, but it had aged quick...

pubOne.info thank you for your continued support and wish to present you this new edition. Seen in the sad glamour of an English twilight, the old moat-house, emerging from the thin mists which veiled the green flats in which it stood, conveyed the impression of a habitation falling into senility, tired with centuries of existence. Houses grow old like the race of men; the process is not less inevitable, though slower; in both, decay is hastened by events as well as by the passage of Time.

Excerpt: The voice of the clergyman intoned the last sad hope of humanity, the final prayer was said, and the mourners turned away, leaving Mrs. Turold to take her rest in a bleak Cornish churchyard among strangers, far from the place of her birth and kindred. The fact would not have troubled her if she had known. In life she had been a nonentity; in death she was not less. At least she could now mix with her betters without reproach, free (in the all-enveloping silence) from the fear of ...

pubOne.info thank you for your continued support and wish to present you this new edition. As the scenes of this story are laid in a part of Norfolk which will be readily identified by many Norfolk people, it is perhaps well to state that all the personages are fictitious, and that the Norfolk police officials who appear in the book have no existence outside these pages. They and the other characters are drawn entirely from imagination.

Murder mystery set in a remote country inn at Norfolk, England.

"[A] thriller that reads like a high-speed theme park ride . . . with dark humor so sharp it'll make you bleed." —Brian Freeman, New York Times–bestselling authorFormer Orlando detective Michael Garrity doesn't have a good track record when it comes to women. With two ex-wives and a teenage daughter he rarely sees, the most significant relationship in his life right now is with the tumor in his head. Terminal cancer is no joke, but Mike is determined to ma...

A Scotland Yard detective is snowed in with a strange family and a killer with a lethal passion for literature in this classic British mystery.Something's afoot in the village of Snarl. Incidents include animals turned to stone and ominous tombstones inscribed with deaths yet to come. Det. Insp. John Appleby is travelling by train from London to consult on the case. However, impending his arrival to his connecting train is a terrible snowstorm. Fortunately, a fellow...