The man nobody knew much about was buried at sea. He had been middle-aged, an almost professional sailor, and he had suffered a heart attach. There was nothing in his personal effects to suggest that he might have possessed a fortune. Of the two men who had been aboard with him, one was dead two...
It Began As a Burglary – And Ended As a Nightmare.When Lee Scarborough came upon the brunette sunbathing topless in her back yard, getting involved in a heist was the last thing on his mind. But somehow that’s where he found himself – sneaking through a stranger’s house, on the hunt for $120,000...
Pursued by the police, a desperate man fights to stay free--and stay aliveIt's raining hard when the man leaps off the train. He lands safely and creeps into town, praying he will find someplace to hide. It's nearly daylight, and the police are not far behind. He breaks into an unoccupied seaside...
I discovered this book by checking out the credits for the 1989 movie of the same name. While the movie was OK in a pulpy horror clicheed way and memorable only for the occasional glimpse of Nicole Kidman in deshabille, I remembered the claustrophobic menace of being stranded on a very small ship...
A son searches for the men who killed his mysterious fatherEven at sixty-six, Gunnar Romstead was a tough old salt. It took several men to bring him down, and even after they'd bound his feet and hands he was still a threat. But finally the man who'd survived waterfront brawls, World War II, and ...
A car accident ended John Harlan's pro football career. But maybe it wasn't such a disaster after all. For Harlan knows something about the accident that no one else does. And there's a lovely, calculating lady who will give him a hundred grand if he promises not to tell. There's only one problem...
Down by the barn Mitch leaned against the rails of the mule lot. His brother's wife was standing very near, and he could smell the faint fragrance of her. She moved in close until the top of her head was under his chin. She turned her face up to his."Why don't you like me, Mitch?" she asked softl...
Utterly beautiful, smart as a whip, and crooked down to her slightly round heels, here is the most fascinating confidence woman in suspense fiction, as portrayed by one of the classic masters of the form--Charles Williams. Welcome to the roller-coaster world of professional con men - and the one ...
Barney Godwin ha una moglie ricca e gelosa, un negozio di articoli per la pesca e l'ambizione di cambiare vita. La scoperta che, nei dintorni, è nascosto il bottino di una vecchia rapina lo spinge a tentare il tutto per tutto per coronare il suo sogno. Ma quando il tutto diventa troppo, la sua vi...
There was no use standing here crying about it; at least I could make use of the little time I had left. I looked at my watch; it was twenty minutes of four. The chances were they wouldn’t discover that trail of blood until after daybreak, which was another three hours. I groped my way to the bat...
The sheriff opened the door and started to get in. “Well, you just go right ahead bein’ smart, Sagamore Noonan,” he says. “Sooner or later you’re going to laugh on the other side of your face. It’s here on this land, and we’re goin’ to find it. It ain’t goin’ to be so funny then.” &nb...
LIND ASKED. “SPINAL TAP? Bothered with impacted teeth? Lover’s catarrh? I’m always looking for a live one.” Goddard grinned and indicated the skull jammed behind some books on the desk. “Not if that’s a former patient.” “Bought it from a Moro down in the Celebes,” Lind said. “You can still see wh...
I groped for a cigarette, lit it, and turned to look at her. She was sleeping quietly with the dark hair like spilled ink across the pillow. She had the flat stomach and narrow hips of a fashion model and rather small breasts that were spread out and flattened as she lay on her back. I looked at ...
I said. “What, Bill?” Her voice was muffled. “How long have you known what these gorillas are after?” She turned slowly on her back and looked up at me. The gray eyes were dry now, but they were washed out and dead. “Since three o’clock this afternoon,” she said. I sighed, and felt suddenly weak ...
Few people were out in the streets of London and the curtains at most windows were again drawn together. Even delight in the peace could hardly find satisfaction in keeping them wide on such a night. Unpropitiously, the feast approached. The Clerk was sitting in his hall. He had remained secluded...
I looked quickly for the two cartons. They were there. I took them aboard and started checking stores with the driver. When he had it all on the end of the pier I wrote out a check and started carrying it aboard. I was still at it at eleven o’clock when I looked up and saw...
They had Gulick’s statement that I’d left the car lot when the fire engine went by, and they said nobody had seen me again until a full twenty-five minutes had gone by. I said I’d been at the fire the whole time. They said I hadn’t. I began to feel dazed, and hypnotized, too tired to lift my hand...
By the time him and Pop had finished filling all the tubs there’d been three more carloads of men showed up to watch. They’d gawk at the tubs and the sacks of sugar like they couldn’t believe it, and then they’d whisper among themselves and shake their heads and drive off. But it was next day tha...
On the assumption that J. M. Pattison was the murdered man, there had still appeared no reason why Gregory Persimmons should have murdered him. It was true that so far he knew nothing of their relations. If Pattison had been blackmailing Persimmons now—but then why the scribblings in the Bible? S...
Rockbotham in the car on the way to Berringer’s house was of the politest and chattiest kind, interspersed with moments of seriousness. They began by discussing the curious meteorological conditions, agreeing that such frequent repetitions of thunder without lightning or rain were very unusual. “...
I told the operator we’d accept the charges, and Lane came on. “Mr. Chatham?” “Yes. How did you make out?” “Fairly well. Here’s what I’ve been able to round up since you called; so far it’s mostly just the stuff anybody would know who followed the i...
No more drops of oil came up, and I felt sure I had solved it. As for that already spread out over the water, there was nothing I could do about it. I decided against trying to spread and disperse it by running though it, on the theory that it would do more harm than good. It would look more like...
Mr. Coningsby said peevishly, threw himself into a chair, and took up the evening paper. “But Babel never was perfect, was it?” Nancy said to her brother in a low voice, yet not so low that her father could not hear if he chose. He did not choose, because at the moment he could not think of a suf...