Author:  Anthony Rome

Publisher: Pocket 1269

Year: 1960 Print: 1 Cover Price: $.25

Condition: Book Grades   Very Good. Light wear

Genre:  Fiction/Mystery/GGA

Pages: 184

40126010E

Jesse Barker was learning the hard way that too many people were after the same stolen art treasures. Mixed up with a vicious crew of gunmen whose impulses were all homicidal, Jesse had to face one bitter fact---that he and the hot little masterpiece he was carrying were both Suitable For Framing.

Hurled back in time, a London police detective struggles to solve a nineteenth-century murder mystery in Golden Age master John Dickson Carr's thrilling mystery novel
A woman is killed in a well-lit corridor, dying before the eyes of three witnesses who, impossibly, detect no foul play. For more than a century, this baffling murder lies cold in the files of Scotland Yard until it is discovered by Detective-Superintendent John Cheviot, who yearns to apply modern scientific policing to the grisly old case. He is about to get his chance.
Taking a cab to Scotland Yard, Cheviot steps out in front of Old Scotland Yard and sees a beautiful woman beckoning him. Suddenly it is 1829 and Cheviot is a member of the newly organized London police force. He might now have an opportunity to solve the most puzzling murder in the Yard's history, but in a time before fingerprints and ballistic analysis, he will find police work to be far more baffling and brutal than he is used to.

"Fiendishly ingenious…originally published in 1946, Carr upends the standard locked-room mystery by setting a murder in a totally exposed space: the top of a tower, in broad daylight, and with witnesses below." —Booklist, Starred Review

Carr considered this novel one of his best works, and it is easy to see why when experiencing its ingenious plot delivered with an astounding pace and masterfully drawn characters including none other than the great detective Dr. Gideon Fell.

"It almost seemed that the murder, if it was a murder, must have been committed by someone who could rise up unsupported in the air…"

When Miles Hammond is invited to a meeting of the Murder Club in London, he is met instead with just two other guests and is treated to a strange tale of an impossible crime in France years before; the murder of a man on a tower with only one staircase, under watch at the time at which the murder took place. With theories of levitating vampires abounding, the story comes home to Miles when he realises that the librarian he has just hired for his home is none other than Fay Seton, a woman at the heart of this bizarre and unsolved past murder.

 Knox Randall hires on to take a 74 ft. cruiser to New York from Miami. When 2 days out he learns the owner of the cruiser is murdered and it maybe to late to turn back.

A friend's disappearance sends Mike Shayne to the Caribbean
Timothy Rourke made his name as a Miami crime reporter, but he never knew true evil until he came to the Caribbean. In a corrupt tropical country, where beatings and murders pass for ordinary politics, a student group begs him to report the truth about the dictatorship. Rourke has never been one to refuse a story—or a beautiful blonde—but he soon discovers that the men who run this country are experts in more than hiding the truth; they also know how to make a reporter disappear.
 
When Rourke's investigations get the best of him, it falls to Mike Shayne to save his life. As revolution simmers under the tropical sun, Shayne takes on the worst the dictatorship has to offer. The officials may be ruthless killers, but they have never met the likes of Shayne.

Brock 'the Rock' Callahan might just be in over his head. Someone's killed one of the last of Hollywood’s grand dames, and Callahan's hired to find out who and why.

The case takes Callahan right into the celluloid heart of the movie business. He's surrounded by fools, thieves, has-beens, and never-weres. It's a high-rent shark tank that makes his career on the L.A. Rams defensive line look like a cakewalk. But Callahan's determined to find out who snuffed the old doll, even if it means rattling a few of those gilded cages in the Hollywood Hills.