Dean Street Press: 169 books

“You called him a ‘wrong ’un’. Why? Birds of a feather know each other? Is that the idea? Or do you really know something about him? Oh, and don’t lie.” Commander Bobby Owen of the Yard is on his way to visit Willoughby Wynne, concerning a gang of thieves operating in the immediate...

She wondered how Lady Masters got her old parlour maid to carry the coffee right across the lawn. But, of course, Lady Masters got things simply by always having had them and by taking it for granted that she always would have them. In Bramton Wick, the setting of Elizabeth Fair’s cheerful...

Ayodele has just turned eighteen and has decided, having now reached womanhood, that the time is right to lose her virginity. She's drawn up a shortlist: Reuben, the failsafe; an, a long-admired schoolfriend; Frederick Adams, the 42-year-old, soon-to-be-pot-bellied father of her best friend. What...

Bobby studied the Rembrandt intently, with his own strange intensity of gaze that seemed as if by sheer strength of will it could force all secrets to reveal themselves. Commander Bobby Owen receives a visit from private detective Marmaduke Groan. Groan is concerned about a missing client,...

“There’s a spot of trouble this morning. Old gentleman found dead in his bath.” Bobby answered: “there may be one chance in a million it’s natural death.” When the notorious gangster Cy King was imprisoned thanks to Commander Bobby Owen’s investigation, he spent a good...

At that moment the door opened and a deep, harsh, husky voice said: “Discussing my murder, are you?” Bobby Owen of Scotland Yard and his wife Olive are busy bargain-hunting in a famous London department store. But a shopping expedition nearly turns into a crime scene when Olive discovers...

The stage was set, Bobby thought, the actors in position; but how the drama would develop, that he could not even guess. The churchyard at Hillings-under-Moor is the final resting place of Janet Merton – buried, so everyone believes, along with celebrated poet Stephen Asprey’s unpublished...

“What happens,” Bobby asked, “when a woman with an irresistible attraction for men, and the man with an irresistible attraction for women, meet? When glamour meets glamour . . . ?” “Lummy,” said the superintendent. A seemingly innocent young woman has disappeared, presumably...

During one long summer during the mid-1980's, Tim Heald toured England, absorbing the flavour of at least one cricket ground in every first-class county, and a good many more besides. He wanted to discover the true character of the English game, among those who ate, slept and dreamt cricket in all...

He called out, ‘Abie!’ The word was swallowed up in the depths of the hall. It was like a morgue.Captain Eric Macrae is down on his luck, living in a cheap London boarding house and on his wits. When chance puts a string of valuable pearls his way, he can’t resist stealing them. But the...

Oxford, it appeared, if it did not seem to have fitted her for any precise occupation, had at least unfitted her for a great many things. In her charming and incisive debut novel, Ursula Orange focuses her sharp eye on four young women only recently down from Oxford. Jane and Florence...

Bognor braves the frost to discover who has murdered Canada's richest man. In his lavish private train car, Sir Roderick Farquhar draws a bath. When it has been filled to his satisfaction, the portly captain of industry tips in three drops of bath oil and lowers himself into the steam. Within seconds,...

“My last secretary was thirty-five,” old M. said gloomily, “and no more sense than a child of ten. Or else she wasn’t all there. You all there?” he asked suddenly, giving Maud a searching look. “No banging your head on the table? No throwing the china at me? Hey?” Young Maud has...

“It’s murder all right; no one could bash his own head in the way this chap’s was.” The stranger’s body was discovered by businesswoman Mrs Holcombe, the unofficial queen of Pending Dale. As if there wasn’t enough gossip rife in the village, now the Queen may be under suspicion...