arson plus JIM TARR PICKED up the cigar I rolled across his desk, looked at the band, bit off an end, and reached for a match. “Three for a buck,” he said. “You must w english
night shots The house was of red brick, large and square, with a green slate roof whose wide overhang gave the building an appearance of being too squat for its two sto english
one hour One This is Mr. Chrostwaite,” Vance Richmond said. Chrostwaite, wedged between the arms of one of the attorney's large chairs, grunted what was perhaps mean english
ruffian's wife Margaret Tharp habitually passed from slumber to clear-eyed liveliness without intermediate languor. This morning nothing was unusual in her awakening save english
the assistant murderer Gold on the door, edged with black, said ALEXANDER RUSH, PRIVATE DETECTIVE. Inside, an ugly man sat tilted back in a chair, his feet on a yellow desk. The o english
the creeping siamese 1 “Do you—?” Tommy began, and jumped back. STANDING BESIDE THE CASHIER’S DESK in the The man had let go the doorknob. He front office of the Continental Det english
the road home "You're a fool to pass it up! You'll get just as much credit and reward for taking back proof of my death as you will for taking me back. And I got papers a english
the second-story angel Carter Brigham — Carter Webright Brigham in the tables of contents of various popular magazines — woke with a start, passing from unconsciousness into full english
who killed bob teal? Teal was killed last night.” The Old Man—the Continental Detective Agency's San Francisco manager — spoke without looking at me. His voice was as mild as hi english
zigzags of treachery One All know about Dr. Estep's death,” I said, “is the stuff in the papers.” Vance Richmond's lean gray face took on an expression of distaste. “The newspap english