In Ron Goulart's well received series featuring comedian-cum-amateur sleuth Groucho Marx, Groucho and his writer Frank Denby have made a name for themselves as detectives. In fact, in their last case, they were able to outsmart Sherlock Holmes, or at least the actor playing him. However, both men...
DEEP IN THE SOUTH AMERICAN JUNGLE, A REAL AN SINISTER MENACE LURKS IN THE SHADOWS OF THE SUPERNATURAL....In a remote lake, a legendary monster, incredibly vicious, surfaces after a sleep of centuries. Acting to protect its oil stake, the U.S. Government calls in...THE CHALLENGERS!Men with young f...
"We haven't yet proved—" "What?" Ortega was staring at the jungle behind them. The daylight had abruptly gone. There were only stripes of darkness between the trees. Gallegher asked him, "Now what's alarming you?" "I heard . . . yes, listen!" The beams of all four flashlights turned toward the ju...
And he was rocking gently, flat on his back.There was the girl again. Sitting, hands folded, her slim figure haloed by the pale light of early morning which was coming in at the round bobbing window.The source of the music wasn’t in the cabin. It was outside somewhere.The blonde girl was smiling,...
“You can see me, huh?” “Sure thing, bo,” replied Krist in his high pitched voice. His gun rested sideways on the breakfast table. “An NSO agent I know bootlegged me an immunity shot a couple moons back. Krist likes to keep one or two jumps ahead at all times. It’s the mach...
THEY WERE everywhere in the fog, two dozen of them, jumping up and down and howling. Easy stood with his back to the raw adobe wall he’d just climbed over. When he had heard the first scream he threw his big right hand up toward his shoulder holster. Now he relaxed, watching the naked people boun...
“Hold onto that,” he told the wounded man. “Press hard.” “Who shot me, one of your gunsel buddies?” asked Burley. His sunburned face was spotted with perspiration, and the moonlight coming through the glass dome gave it a lifeless, white tinge. “Get your arm up higher,” said Easy. He had Burley p...
J. Mavity Mystery /**/ Chapter 8 The foyer of the funeral parlor smelled of flowers and furniture polish. The pink fountain at the center of the small oval room wasn't functioning properly and every few seconds a spurt of scented water shot up almost to the domed, pale green ceiling. Weak, forl...
The dying mouse pulled itself slowly across the wet red-brick porch. It was bleeding a harsh bright scarlet. The cat caught it again, tearing at its throat. Easy stepped around the struggle and rang the doorbell of the Mowatt house. Down on the gently curving street, laurel trees were planted eve...
The automatic went off, smashing the window and sending a shower of jagged glass down through the dark after him. He hit the ground hard, landing on one knee and an elbow. It was his right arm and for a moment he couldn’t use it to draw out his own gun. He rolled over the cobblestone street towar...