Bøker av Harry Stephen Keeler

Here is another thrilling novel related by that ingenious mystery writer Harry Stephen Keeler in collaboration with his wife Hazel Goodwin. The story fairly bristles with excitement and suspense throughout. Why did the murderer of Nels Pederson amputate his legs and sew them back with silver wire, transposed? How was a book on cats the key to an escape from prison? Why was a literary manuscript sent to Rudolph Uberhulf, a convict who could scarcely read or write? These, and many similar problems make this an all-absorbing novel.

Jimmie Kentland, reporter on the "Chicago Sun", was not too happy even though he saw "subbing" for the Night City Editor. Things hadn't been breaking right. Suddenly his eye lighted on an illiterate note lying on the desk. He read it, then dashed out--"Number 1700, Crilly Court", he shouted to the taxi driver, "and step on it." Thud--the taxi stopped suddenly. Kentland knew by the sound and feel that a human body had been hit. In the street lay a dark young woman motionless. "To the hospital, quick," ordered Kentland. He took one long, lingering look at the young woman, the kind that wants to remember something--and then started once again in the taxi for Number 1700 Crilly Court. It was an Oriental antique shop--mysterious looking, silent. Kentland opened the door. "Am I too late?" as he saw the proprietor stretched out on the floor and pinned with a dagger which had hung on the wall of the shop. As he looked around the place he saw a picture entitled "The Man from Saturn"--and the face had been cut out. It was the long arm of a curious little clue that eventually led Kentland to the secret power that had brought death to the curio dealer and revealed to Kentland something that eventually cleared up a lot of other things, particularly something about a beautiful, dark, young woman who had been taken to a hospital and almost forgotten.

"My guiltiest pleasure is Harry Stephen Keeler. He may been the greatest bad writer America has ever produced. Or perhaps the worst great writer. I do not know. There are few faults you can accuse him of that he is not guilty of. But I love him." -- Neil GaimanFrom 1935 comes this thrilling novel about five odd people who happen to buy tiny jade figurines of a non-smiling Buddha. Only Harry Stephen Keeler could have come up with this plot!

"My guiltiest pleasure is Harry Stephen Keeler. He may been the greatest bad writer America has ever produced. Or perhaps the worst great writer. I do not know. There are few faults you can accuse him of that he is not guilty of. But I love him." -- Neil Gaiman It all started with a murder 20 years earlier. A ragpicker was found in a closet, stabbed in the back with a jewelled dagger-through an ace of spades! There's a reward for the solution to this old murder and Bill Chattuck, driver for MacWhorter's Motorized Circus, must get that reward-and prove the legitimacy of his girl, Melody-or they'll never get married! But first, there's the matter of that rare copy of Beowulf with a secret coded message in it, and the windingest road in the world, Old Twistibus, standing between Bill and happiness.It's a crazy contretemps only Harry Stephen Keeler could unravel.