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Against the background of Washington and the lovely Maryland countryside, a vivid drama of death and intrigue plays out. Its terrified players are high in the social life of the Capitol-men and women who belong to a world that violence and tragedy cannot touch...but somehow did. Justice Frazier is shot down on the terrace of his mansion in sight of the others. The next attempt almost killed-almost. And then a woman is found sitting bolt upright in a great chair and staring straight into space...with eyes that cannot see.Major Heath, who has sought criminals across half the world, finds himself blocked by clues that are not clues, by threads which will not join. But the thing that may betray the killer is not a clue at all, only the almost fogotten sound of footsteps on a flight of stairs...
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.
Magnolias and murder -- live oaks and dead women -- romance and violence -- are what three unsuspecting women find on the Garden Club pilgrimage to glamorous Old Natchez. Expecting to recapture the magic of the Old South, they become involved, instead, in an ancient feud of love and death, where the romantic sins of the past come to life in very modern murder!
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...
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...
Lawrason Hillyard produces virtually the entire output of promethium, a highly sought metal needed to fight World War II. As rich as he is hated by his enemies (including his wife), he is the perfect target for murder. And it's up to Col. Primrose to investigate, with the able assistance of Sgt. York and Mrs. Latham.
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.
SOMETHING OLD, SOMETHING NEW, SOMETHING BORROWED -- SOMETHING DEADIt was the wedding of the season. The bride was society's most beautiful darling. The groom was one of the richest men on the Eastern seaboard. To be invited was an honor; to be overlooked was social death. A few eager status seekers tried to sneak in -- but they were all sent away in disgrace.Except for one uninvited guest, with a vital function to perform: MURDER.
She was elegant, beautiful, and a cold-blooded killer...or so it appeared. She had the perfect motive, she even admitted behing 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...
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