It's fashion week at the Beaumont, and Chambrun must investigate a haute couture killing.
A Nazi's widow comes to the Beaumont Hotel with death in her entourageAs befits the manager of New York's finest hotel, Pierre Chambrun has certain standards for his guests at the Beaumont. Were it not for the pleading of the hotel's owner, no amount of money could persuade him to allow the Baron...
As X-rated stars descend on the Beaumont Hotel, someone takes a shot at its owner.
When its manager vanishes, the Beaumont Hotel spins towards disaster.
The elegant calm of New York's top luxury hotel is shattered when the mysterious Colonel Coriander arrives. Wearing a fright wig and mask, the one-armed terromonger has planted bombs throughout the building and is holding two small girls hostage. And he's always once crucial step ahead of Hotel B...
Never mind about a missing Air Force officer and his wife, never mind about bombs, never mind even about Betsy Ruysdale, one of us. Where was Chambrun? Why had he broken all his rules, ignored all his regular routines? It couldn’t have happened that way, most of us felt. Somehow the enemy had got...
The same things happen in it that happen in any other town; births, natural deaths, suicides, fires, divorces, clandestine love affairs, robberies, business failures, celebrations, funerals—and murder. Technically, the murder of the girl named Heidi had probably not taken place in the hotel. I sa...
Maxwell said. Chambrun still stood behind his desk, as stunned as Mickly and I were. He waved, vaguely, toward the sideboard. We watched Maxwell go to the small bar and pour himself a heavy slug of Jack Daniels on the rocks. We say of Chambrun that no matter where he is he will know within thirty...
Jerry Dodd had been manning the phone set up for Clark while Clark had made his trip to Shelda’s. A glance at the chart Jerry had kept revealed that Girard had never left his suite and that Bernardel, Kroll, and Miss Lily Dorisch had migrated to the Trapeze Bar. No outsider had joined them there....
Lovelace was really a stranger to me, but he was Chambrun’s trusted friend. In the course of twelve hours I hadn’t come to feel anything very personal for Lovelace except a kind of sympathy for the corner he was in. He was a good guy because Chambrun said he was a good guy. I would do anything fo...
Nothing so obvious as an escaped Sharon Dain, out to massacre all the people who refused to help her in her time of trouble, developed. Colorado police assured Hardy that Sharon Dain was safely tucked away in a state prison for women. She hadn’t escaped. She wasn’t even due for a parole hearing f...