Name: Matthew Helm Code Name: Eric Mission: #2 - The Wrecking Crew Remarks: Helm has been sent halfway around the world to find & destroy the mythically elusive agent they called Caselius. His only lead to him is a woman, who might or might not be a double agent. Before Helm finally faces Caseliu...
Name: Matthew HelmCode Name: EricMission: #5 - Murderers' RowRemarks: The department is gravely concerned about Helm. He is on a brutal mission, it is true -- but his own callousness seems to have reached a point of absolute savagery. He has apparently murdered one of our own agents. Helm i...
Mystery fans in search of pure, unadulterated pulp noir should look no further than Donald Hamilton's 1954 Night Walker, a classic whodunit that is being reissued by Hard Case Crime for the first time in more than 30 years. David Young is a lieutenant in the United States Naval Reserve, returning...
Daddy's deadly little girl. The prim young lady needs a favor: help her father beat a bum drug rap. After all, he is Matt Helm's old colleague at the agency. Suddenly Dad's boat detonates outside Miami Harbor. And Matt Helm discovers that young Amy isn't as innocent as she looks. Amy lures Matt ...
The lady was a spy. Maybe. Brains. Beauty. Ambition. Lawyer Madeleine Ellershaw had it all. Until the day nine years ago when she took her husband's rap & went to jail for selling classified data to the Russians. Today she walks out of prison a free woman. Her escort: Matt Helm. Matt's two jobs:...
Helm in Alaska - with girls and trouble and dogs double...This time Uncle Mac has gone a little too far.For one thing impersonating a Communist courier to whom Helm bore not a shade of resemblance was one quick suicide, but a cover in the form of a black Labrador named Prince Hannibal of Holgate....
It has been a long time since I read a Matt Helm book and I really enjoyed this one. Plenty of action, intrigue, and twists. You really don't get the whole story until the end. These are nothing like the movies and not as fantastical as the Bond stories, which I'm a fan of as well. One thing to k...
A terrorist outfit from Costa Verde was pressuring Matt Helm to do a job for them. Something simple like assassinating the president of Costa Verde. If he said now, they would kill Elly. Elly and Matt had a nice thing going, and he cared a lot for her. "Send Eleanor back unharmed," he told them. ...
Norseland intrigueThe disappearances are baffling. The victim rate is mounting. And the next likely target is Mac, the wily old spymaster & Matt Helm's boss.Only Matt can stop the dirty work of the Vanishers.Matt follows the trail of two women - both treacherous & beautiful - to chilly Scandinavi...
You also get a lot of tom-up freeways—well, we’d already encountered those down in Florida. Apparently the whole U.S. interstate system is falling apart and they’re trying to stick it back together, causing innumerable single-file detours, all plastered with slow-down signs to make certain no opp...
After that I was on my own—well, except for Kitty, who seemed to be indulging a highly developed Florence Nightingale complex. She helped me solicitously to the waiting taxi, which took us to the airport by way of a small car ferry. Apparently there’s no real estate level enough for a landing str...
They were in a paper bag tucked into the narrow space behind the pickup’s seat, three of them, all standard Colt .38 Special revolvers with four-inch barrels. Two were fully loaded and unfired. The third was also fully loaded, but the barrel and four chambers of the cylinder were dirty. There wer...
Helm, you understand all this is highly confidential.” “Oh, sure,” I said. “What was in those cans, anyway? Their new pocket model atomic bomb?” “Well,” he said reluctantly, “not quite. It was. a very ingenious sabotage device consisting of radioactive wastes enclosed in a shielded container with...
All my stray hunches and guesses had paid off, and my vague plans had worked out very well—it had been tricky, pretending to suspect everybody but Priscilla Decker so that she wouldn’t guess I suspected her. It had taken some finagling, getting myself captured like this, and I should have been pl...
After they’ve got the surface on, while it’s still nice and soft, they give the signal to a drunk with a big disc harrow, who sets off at top speed along the fresh pavement, weaving artistically from side to side… Well, maybe it doesn’t happen that way, but I can think of no better explanation fo...
“Toss me a hanky, will you, Larry? I’m bleeding all over the lousy boat.... Thanks. Now peel me one of those Band-Aids. God damn people who heave bottles and stuff in the water, anyway!” Young found himself helping her mechanically, although this involved taking his hand from the gun in his pocke...
Then, deliberately, she turned away from me and walked across the room to the dresser, studying her reflection in the mirror. She pulled up her long white kid gloves, grimaced at a smudged palm and tried to rub it clean. She smoothed down and brushed off her dress. The gleaming blue stuff was bro...
I tore his throat out, cut his heart out, and opened him up from crotch to breastbone. Maybe I was regretting lost opportunities. It wasn’t a restful night. In the morning I got up and cleaned up the bathroom, where I had made a gory mess patching myself clumsily with the little first-aid kit I k...
On Oahu, I’d already discovered, you can stand in Waikiki in bright sunshine, and watch it raining like hell up on the Pali. High up among the mountains of Kauai there’s supposed to be a rain-soaked region that’s the wettest spot on earth. Molokai was apparently no exception to this weather rule....
She made a rather intriguing picture there, in the pale dawn light, since she was wearing only the white silk shirt that, somehow, we’d never got around to taking off her. It had been an impromptu come-as-you-are kind of performance, as love scenes go. I couldn’t help noting, as I crossed the roo...
I seated Olivia at a corner table, acting as if we’d just happened to meet in the doorway by accident. She was wearing a dress this morning, I noticed. It wasn’t much to cheer about; one of the fashionably loose, baggy, blousy jobs that look very smart on a model built like a broomstick, which sh...
she asked. “No, what about Grace?” I still didn’t have our whole tour group quite straight in my head, but I remembered that Grace Priestly was the grayhaired older woman I’d seen with Belinda and photographed, during one of my rest-room vigils. Hus...
There are two kinds of rich Texans, the lanky cowboy type that made it with cattle, and the chunky truck-driver type that made it with oil. Scientifically speaking, the varieties are not distinct. There’s been a certain amount of interbreeding, and you will occasionally find a lean Gary Cooper sp...
I am not a karate genius, and I can’t break two-by-fours or shatter bricks with the edge of my hand—a hand good for that often isn’t good for much else—but there are ways of doing it. I hit the Chinese youth with everything I had and knew, and he was dead before he started to fall. The guard came...
After all, Stottman had had a partner, and until I learned what Pete-the-Indian was up to, I couldn’t afford to relax. The bump in my side came again. I looked and saw the black pup with the collar still in his mouth. He was sitting beside me, trying to deliver it stylishly to hand as he’d been t...
She’d considered them damned lucky to have her even in baggy pants with grease on them. She’d never have referred to her present existence as an exile; and she’d certainly never have thought of buying some frivolous and expensive lingerie to remind her, in secret, of the gracious life she’d left ...
In real life, unfortunately, there’s a little more to a daring rescue than just pointing a gun at the villain and telling him to behave—particularly when there are two villains and they know their villainy. Sheila should have shot, of course. She should have dropped one of them instantly, and may...