Green for Danger is set in Heron’s Park military hospital during the Second World War. A disparate group of seven protagonists are introduced to the reader in the opening chapter, through the device of a postman delivering their letters to the hospital. These include a consultant and his anaesthe...
The vacationing Inspector Cockrill is on the job again when a fellow tourist is stabbed to death on a small Mediterranean island. The local police, in Cockrill's opinion, are illprepared for interrogating the tourload of suspects, she he takes it upon himself to confront these not-so-innocents ab...
When Scotland Yard's young Mr. Charlesworth calls at Christophe et Cie about a murder, he finds five charming young women--all pretty, all suspects, all ready to obstruct his investigations. He would be hard pressed to say which causes more problems--when there is a second murder, or when he fall...
Katinka, dozing in the afternoon sunshine on a wooden bench outside the sitting-room window, awoke to see a woman coming up the path: an elderly woman, walking painfully with the aid of two rubber-tipped walking sticks, in an elegant town coat and hat that made a black blot against the grey-green...
ALAS, no great ringings round, for who was there left to call? ‘Etho? Yes, soundo. I don’t know, I was a dud last night, I couldn’t go on any more; I took a lot of stuff and quietly passed out. I was a bit hopped anyway, well, but natch, at a party.’ ‘I’ve already rung Sofy. No hope. She says to ...
No?’ because only one person in the world would ring up and say, ‘Mathilde?’. And, sure enough, it was Raoul. ‘But Raoul, what on earth are you doing in London?’ ‘I flew here yesterday evening, by air. I have some business in Bruxelles and on the way I thought I might also do a little business in...
The dinner hour was near; I had time only to scribble a note, ‘I regret what we arranged. Tell no one the secret,’ and even as I wrote I heard my husband and Gilling come down the companion, and had time to say no more. I had hoped that he might come into the cabin so that I could have had a priv...
She said, speaking in French: ‘Very well, then, today she may take the children to try their new shoes.’ ‘That would hardly be a holiday for her. She must be free of them now and again. How would you like never a moment to yourself?’ ‘I am not a servant, mon cher. Et plus que ça, two of them at a...
The world wagged on—a large Monkey or Baboon escaped from a sailor down at the docks and made a Frightful Attack upon a mother and child; the Glasgow Herald fulminated against the indiscriminate use of Turkish Baths; the Beautiful very Fast Sailing Clipper ship Edouard et Julie, newly coppered, w...
And she knew that they talked about her. The old woman sat out on every fine day in her wheel-chair, peering down through the railings with nothing else to do, but watch. ‘I knew it,’ said the old woman. ‘There she goes again! Dipping a great hunk of bread into the curry sauce.’ ‘ “Tasting it,” ’...
San Juan was already on the map when he found it: both literally and figuratively—lying off the north-west coast of Italy and having a prominent place on the tourist itineraries of all the more enterprising travel bureaux. In an earlier novel,* recounting the events that befell Inspector Cockrill...
It seemed so long ago now, long, long ago, another world, another age since, easily chatting, they had gone up the splendid sweep of the staircase and into that other room. A lovely room—square, high ceilinged, furnished as far as possible in keeping with its eighteenth century air; there was eve...
As Sir Richard went forward uncertainly into the room, he said quite normally: “I got the sherry for you, Grandfather.” Bella burst into a pantomime of little signs and twitches–Don’t say anything, Keep it from him, Leave it all to me. Edward asked blinking: “What on earth’s the matter with you, ...
He put his hand beneath her chin to lift her head, and there came again the thunderous din in the tunnel behind him; he swung round to see what had made it, and when he turned back again, the woman was gone. Hands reached out of the tunnel and caught him by the shoulders… a voice said urgently: “...
What to do? What to do? She dared not confide even in Jenny: for this would be an edict of the gang and none dare raise a voice against it. She could not possibly get him away, weak and helpless as he was, even could she have eluded the sentries, and she had no money for bribes; the only possessi...