Fred White: 191 books

Wendover is a journalist with Fleet Street's Daily Herald. He has an eye for the news and the ladies. On the day in question his mind is occupied with a criminal conspirator and a slim blonde beauty. Little did Wendowver know, he was about to embark on the biggest adventure of his career.

Ida Vanstone looked out over the dismal array of chimney pots, saw the drifting pall of smoke like the shadow of her own hopes and fears, and, for the first time in her life, was afraid. And yet she could have ended it all had she liked; a sheet of notepaper and a penny stamp would have finished this...

Sir Clement Frobisher collects rare orchids. He has conflicts in the service, which have further consequences. There are plenty of twists and turns, along with a very mysterious murder weapon. It will most definitely keep you guessing!

Outside a blackbird was piping madly in the blackthorn, and towards the West a sheaf of flaming violet arrows streamed to the zenith. The hedgerows were touched here and there with tender green. The bonny breath of the South was soft and tender as the fingers of Aphrodite. It was the first real day...

A Crime on Canvas is a story about a rich Blantyres family, which is one of the richest families in England. A few years later, the influence of Blantyres does not disappear. They are just as influential in their environment. The eldest of the Blantyres family decided to rent out their mansion. However, many bad rumors go about him.

Roy Kindermere hated one thing more than anything else: the business of „Man from Blankney”, whom he was forced to make a living. He had no choice because he quarreled with the last of his relatives. Mrs. Leverson is ready to pay Roy to attend her party, where guests can meet with the heir of Count Kindale. And Roy, desperate for money, readily joined this scheme.

The very  way the tale begins is rather mysterious: A Hansom pulled up in front of 799, Park Lane, and a slim figure of a woman, dressed in deep mourning, ran up the broad flight of marble steps leading to the house. Her features were closely concealed by a thick veil, so that the footman who answered...

Wendover was feeling just a little good-natured contempt for himself. He would not have cared to admit that he had been following the girl down the Strand, but it was more or less the fact, though he had not the least intention of speaking to her, or molesting her in any way. Paul Wendover was a University...