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...

It’s been twelve years since we’ve heard of Mr. Evan Pinkerton, the little, timid man who seems to attract trouble, and continually harasses Inspector Bull of Scotland Yard. They’re back now in Homicide House.The story is laid in postwar London, and Mr. Pinkerton is living at No. 4 Godolphin Square. Despite the fact that he owns the apartment house, he shares meagre quarters on the top floor with the chef. Years of living with the penny-pinching Mrs. Pinkerton (now fortunately dece...

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...

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

A beautiful blonde with something to hide...A youthful and puzzled doctor...A pretty—and frightened—teenager...A very rich, very angry young man... Each set out that night, unaware that at least one of them had a bizarre date with death."Once you start, you won't be able to stop reading this irresistible mystery by that consummate artist Leslie Ford." —Philadephia Bulletin"High quality." —Los Angeles News"A fast-moving killer-diller....

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.

The second book in the Major Gregory Lewis Mystery series investigates the apparent suicide of the husband of a former flame. Of course, conspiracy and murder are both indicated.

Carlotta Rathbone was awfully elegant, dreadfully chic and terribly dead -- as Mr. Pinkerton discovers when he stumbles over her body in a dimly lighted London street.Her friends were bought; her enemies were legion, and paramount among them was Archibald Biddle, a social-climbing novelist who had used Carlotta and then tried to drop her. Biddle is Scotland Yard's prime suspect -- until he panics and begins to tell too much about London's international set. Then the killer strikes a...

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.

She was elegant, beautiful, and a cold-blooded killer...or so it appeared. She had the perfect motive. She even admitted to being at the scene of the crime. Scotland Yard was prepared to charge Louise Colton with her husband's brutal murder.Only shy, retiring Mr. Pinkerton believed her innocent. He wandered into the case by accident, but he stayed to plumb its murky depths, to stir the waters of scandal and revenge...until the killer moved to strike again!

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...

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...