Eberthart's GOOD. She relies on what she knows, which is nursing and the little details of nursing that might or might not provide the clue to solving a medical murder. . .details a little common sense on the part of the reader could probably provide, too.This one's a little cheap-romancey in tha...
A woman finds herself caught at the terrible intersection of love and businessAverill Blaine should have been married years ago, but Eden Shore stole her fiancé Noel’s heart. Eden, a fashion model, needed only a few weeks with Noel before he broke his engagement and proposed to her instead, but s...
Another vintage Nurse Keate mystery by Mignon G. Eberhart, Wolf in Man’s Clothing takes Sarah to a gloomy mansion in the remote Berkshire Hills. She nurses a young man with fatal connections to some poisonous people stuck at the scene—privileged people who are used to getting their way and are un...
There were no other exits from her room unless she got out the window and it was a sheer drop for nearly twenty-five feet with no shrubbery at that point to break a fall. At noon they still hadn’t found her; the household was nightmarish that morning—at fantastic sixes and sevens, with Beevens re...
BLANCHE SAID. “I was only offering my advice as a friend. But I suppose you’ll be staying in town. That is, you’ll not go back to Peter’s place.” “No. I’ll be staying in town.” “That’s wise. I’ve been at the office all day. Work is a help.” “I haven’t been working. That is, I was fired this morni...
As she turned from the taxi some oddly repetitive experience caught at her; a car was just turning the corner ahead of the taxi and it was going slowly, as if it were in second gear. As if, then, it had been either idling or stopped at the Whipple drive. But no one would be calling just then. The...
THE LAST LIGHT of the evening was clear upon his face, and she could read nothing in it. He did not speak, he only stood there before her, holding the little black dog in the crook of his arm. “You can’t divorce Alice!” she said unevenly. “Why not?” So many reasons, all of them tragically valid. ...
Johnny, biting his small mustache, adjured her not to be nervous. “It’s only a matter of form,” he said. “Only a matter of form. But think before you speak, my dear. Think before …” They were at the head of the stairs, and he waited for her to precede him down that narrow stairway. Past the place...
But instantly she was sharply aroused and conscious. And whoever was there in the darkness knew that she was awake. She knew that, without knowing how she knew it. The odor of chloroform permeated everything. And whoever stood there waited as breathlessly as she waited. Instinct told her that. As...
“It is true! Is there any other reason why you should care whether a child like that gets any money or not! I’d see to her all her life; there’s no question of that. But why should she have such a large fortune? No, the reason you want her to have all that money is because you intend to profit by...
Above her into the night rose the dim, dark outline of Notre Dame. The heavy doors behind her slowly opened now and then, and closed, as an occasional figure went in or out of the church. Mariette, thought Susan, ought to come soon. Perhaps she herself was a little early at their meeting place, f...