Dean Street Press: 169 books

Laurence Whistler’s story of his five-year marriage to Jill Furse before her sudden early death has achieved a classic quality. Despite the tragedy of its ending the lasting impression is of two lives lived to the full in supreme happiness. Jill Furse was remarkable for many gifts; beauty, acting,...

Palmer saw him out, and gave that little deprecatory cough. “If you’ll pardon me, sir, is it another murder?” “Looks like it,” Travers told him from the door. This affair of Ludovic Travers and George “the General” Wharton is packed full with sleuthing excitement,...

“Let us know when you’re dead!” Ludovic Travers had known it was a publicity stunt, all that business about the anonymous threatening letters. He expected a hoax but what he found was two men lying dead on the floor of Crewe’s bedroom. To be confronted with murder at eight in the morning...

“If you don’t think I’m taking a liberty in saying so, my opinion is that he was knocked down first and hanged after!” Ludovic Travers starts an investigation of unnatural death by means of an automobile mishap on a rural road. His associate Superintendent Wharton is investigating a...

Travers turned to Wharton. “I ask you, George, as a man of the world—do schoolmasters and mistresses have souls full of glamour and passion and intrigue? Are they torn by the same emotions that rend people like us?” At first the old schoolmaster’s poisoning was judged a suicide. But...

Old Hunt slithered in the most amazing way and then fell to the floor. He lay between the seats, face upwards. Ludovic Travers is on his way by train from Toulon to Marignac. Along for the ride are several suspicious characters, two of whom die en route. Although the murders seem at first unrelated,...

It was Murder Eve, and I was the last person in Sandbeach to suspect it. Ludovic Travers certainly isn’t anticipating anything remotely resembling murder, least of all his own. But when he is invited to a strange hotel, someone does turns up murdered, and in a most peculiar way. Travers,...

“It was some sort of sudden death?” Travers made a face. “It certainly was sudden. I’ll say it’s ten to one it was murder.” Ludovic Travers is asked by an old school friend, Henry Dryden, to investigate the cause of the agitation in the formerly placid village of Bableigh...

The tea had brought a pleasant warmth and Travers snuggled down in bed. Once more he was busy with something that had vastly cheered him of late—a perfect scheme for the murder of Stirrop. There were difficulties from the first day the blustering and objectionable Major Stirrop set foot in...

What was I to be this time? A Commandant again of a Prisoner of War Camp? Was I to get a sedentary job at the War Office itself, and begin the slow process of fossilisation? Was I due for some wholly new job of which the rank and file had never even heard? As it turned out, I most certainly was. Ludovic...

“Murder’s my job, not parish politics.” Ludovic Travers, the unofficial expert of Scotland Yard, pairs with his friend, Superintendent Wharton, to dig deeply into an East Anglian murder. Interwoven are the thefts of antique rugs and pictures from old churches, and in putting together...

“I have an idea that a certain man is going to commit murder. He told me so—in so many words.” If Ludovic Travers hadn’t been so sure the man was serious, he might not have gone snooping. If he hadn’t kept his eyes peeled, he might have noticed what happened to the housekeeper’s...

“Famous Spiritualist Dead . . . Gun Found in Flat” In The Case of the Happy Medium Ludovic Travers is at the top of his considerable form. When Ludovic and his wife set out to attend a séance, they are in a mood of amiable scepticism. But the atmosphere swiftly changes when Travers is...

The murderer was clever and the planning was perfect. There was apparently nothing that had been overlooked and nothing that didn’t go to plan. There was nothing that could be called a slip. Why then was the murderer caught? Too few answers chasing too many questions is the problem facing...