Dean Street Press: 169 books

“You’re the murder man, aren’t you?” Mrs. James demanded. “Well, that’s not exactly how I describe myself,” Bobby answered. Bobby Owen and his wife Olive are on holiday, enjoying a motor tour of England, when they visit Bobby’s old ancestral home and his cousin Myra....

“Where are you going?” asked Knollis, as Brother Ignatius pushed back his chair. “To try to prevent a murder.” Roger Cartland was a successful and respected business man in Burnham. So all the citizens believe—until his poisoned body is found late one night in the wreckage...

“Of course, it’s rotten having a murder in the village, and especially in what was once my own house, but I’m not sorry that he’s gone.” Inspector Gordon Knollis heads from Scotland Yard to the village of Bowland, investigating what initially appears a trivial mystery. Mrs. Frederick...

He shone the torch into the depths of the well. There was water at the foot of the shaft. Something dark and mis-shapen was huddled against the brickwork. What Old Heatherington doesn’t know about bee-keeping isn’t worth knowing. But the behaviour of the bees that day was extraordinary—they...

If Lesley Dexter had not been a snob her husband might have lived out his three-score-and-ten years. Five years have passed without any major crime disturbing the provincial peace of the city of Burnham, and then, on an October night, a scream rends the midnight air in the residential suburb...

Grayson tipped back his head, and stared at the ceiling. Herby was certainly not liked, but who on earth, apart from himself, hated him sufficiently to think of murder? As he waits for the Norfolk-bound train to steam from its London terminus, Brother Ignatius experiences a strange premonition....

His arms were hanging down, but his face was turned upwards. For the first time Johnny saw a dead man.Colonel Meroy is a prosperous pillar of the landed gentry. But his neighbours would be shocked to learn he’d started out as a London pickpocket, and still earns his income from a career in...

“Inspector, it’s—it’s dastardly!” “Mrs. Huntingdon,” said Knollis, “your choice of words is admirable!” Inspector Knollis of Scotland Yard is hoping for a nice quiet weekend in the country. Instead he is embroiled in a murder case—the death by gunshot of local bigwig...

At what point in the life of Edward Packman did the Angel of Death put his finger on him and say “You are mine!”? When Packman was killed, he died unmourned. The editor of a weekly paper, Packman was heartily hated by his staff, and where you have reason for hatred you may have motive for...

‘The man died from wounds on the head. There was no trace of carbon in his lungs, so he must have been dead before he was put on the dump.’The livelihood of Louie Patra depends entirely on the supply of bad men; men who climb up the face of a house; men who could pick a pocket, steal from...

A widow, at an age when birthdays are best forgotten, with no children to occupy her mind, can be very lonely. Julia Dunstan knew she was more fortunate than most widows, not merely because she was prosperous—as widows go—but because she had always taken an interest in other people. And...

“He’s dead all right. Taken him clean through the heart. It’s murder, Rose!” Michael Maddison, the host of the Fox Inn, is hellbent on preventing his sister and niece from marrying—a difficult task when both ladies are being ardently courted in the district. When one of the suitors,...

Of all the unhappiness my divorce has brought upon me, loneliness has never been in the least a part. Lack of company in the evening is to me an absolute luxury. Thus does Vicky, a young divorcée in London with a small daughter to support, reassure herself. But as the plucky courage...

“Everything that's happening to us—yes, everything—is to be regarded as a lark. See? This is my last word. This. Is. Going. To. Be. A. Lark.” It’s 1919, and Jane Quested and her cousin Lucilla are pulled suddenly from school by their guardian, who sets them up in a cottage on the...