MONEY -- D. J. Durbin had the price of a lavish mansion and a beautiful wife. But he couldn’t buy back his health… or save his life.MYSTERY -- Cass Crane came back from the Orient, knowing a little too much about some things… and not nearly enough about others.ROMANCE -- Beautiful Courtney Durbin was exciting, dangerous—and a glamorous threat to pretty Molly Crane’s love for Cass.THEN MURDER CAME… to suggest an unholy bond between Courtney and Cass… and Colonel Prim...

The Idyllic life in Eden, Devon County, home of Spig and Molly O'Leary, is suddenly menaced by the spectre of a long-forgotten death and the grim reality of imminent murder.

Hatred in the night...There was little love in the Winthrop clan, not in the mother who ruthlessly dominated it, nor the son who disgraced it, nor the daughter who sullied its name.Certainly it wasn't Cupid who one dark night sent an arrow rippling through a human throat...And now the Winthrops had to desperately seek the murderer in their midst, before that minister of silent death could strike again...

To millions of loyal readers, Myron Kane was a great man, a genius, a truth-teller. But to everyone who knew him personally, Myron Kane was a man with the touch of death, whose razor-edged pen could destroy a reputation, a life, a soul -- and never hesitated to do so. It was no surprise, then, that somebody decided to prove once and for all that a knife, if buried in human flesh, could be far deadlier than a pen...

She was a dangerous female, beautiful, cold-blooded, predatory. The people she lived among were the very nicest sort. Yet, strange to say, it was she who was found dead. And she was only the first victim...She was a dangerous female, beautiful, cold- blooded, predatory. The people she lived among were the very nicest sort. Yet, strange to say, it was she who was found dead. And she was only the first victim . . .“A prime mystery . . . told with Leslie Ford’s usual skill.” —T...

Slowly I turned to face the hall and the doorway. I waited in an agony of suspense. The great house was as silent as an empty grave, with the pulse of time beating eternally against it; tick, tock; tick, tock; tick, tock...Gradually I relaxed and let my hand drop, until—I shrieked and turned-and raised my hand dripping with blood. I stared at it like a maniac, and then at the thing it had touched...

IN THE MANSION OF MURDER...A self-made millionaire, whose true story was not fit to print...His beautiful "friend"...His wife, and her friend, a very suspect psychiatrist...And a man from the haunted past, with his father's blood on his hands, and every reason in the world to kill and kill again..."You'll find screams at midnight, multiple slaughter, knockout drops, love and money in generous quantities...much brilliancy." -- New York Herald Tribune

Judy was very beautiful, very much in love and very much married to the wrong man. A speedy divorce seemed the only solution to everybody's problems, but little did she imagine that a flying visit to Reno would turn into a terrifying case of murder -- with the shadow of a noose dangerously close to her own lovely neck.

He was no ordinary money-lender. Among his clients were the most distinguished deadbeats in London, and he knew enough backstairs gossip to demolish the entire British peerags. One day he died—at the hands of a killer unknown. That person could be a Lord, a Lady, or a tycoon. It is up to Mr. Pinkerton to find the murderer...before the murderer finds Mr. Pinkerson!"Mr. Pinkerton is up to his eyeglasses in double-dealing—and triple murder. Exciting." —Saturday Review

The Old Angel is everything an old English inn should be, with ancient beams, gleaming copper bedwarmers, pewter tankards, and platters heaped high with red roast beef. But then, as Mr. Pinkerton quickly discovers, the Old Angel also harbors some less homey items. Such as a frightened young girl, a series of secret passageways -- and a most unpleasant Knight who is suddenly killed in a most unsavory way.The next thing he knows. Mr. Pinkerton is mixed up in a mystery that threatens ...

The day Miss Nettie went for lunch at the Penniman's, all her nieces and nephews were present. She behaved atrociously; Alice Penniman had a heart attack; lunch was never served. That night both Miss Nettie and her dog died from an overdose of digitalin, administered by an unknown hand...

The town was dark and heavy with doom. Hate, generations old, flowed through it like a malevolent river. Julie knew the force of that hate... and the violence which had issued from it in the past. It could erupt again; she lived in terror.Ben, the stranger, saw Julie and fell in love. A secret voice warned him to stay away, but he did not. They clung together in the darkness; meanwhile, through the midnight shadows of the town a killer moved to wreak his vengeance on them both.