They grabbed their fishing bags, and made a dive for their rods which were standing, ready for use, outside the front door.Well, tight lines! they called over their shoulders.Bleeding hooks! grinned the Major.Gladys Ruby Mumsby was more interested in fishermen than fish. When her corpse is discovered near a Welsh sporting lodge that is hosting a group of fly fishing enthusiasts, it seems one of th...

They grabbed their fishing bags, and made a dive for their rods which were standing, ready for use, outside the front door.Well, tight lines! they called over their shoulders.Bleeding hooks! grinned the Major.Gladys Ruby Mumsby was more interested in fishermen than fish. When her corpse is discovered near a Welsh sporting lodge that is hosting a group of fly fishing enthusiasts, it seems one of th...

Hollywood is a chain gang and we lose the will to escape; the links of our chain are forged not of cruelties but of luxuries: we are pelted with orchids and roses; we are overpaid and underworked.First there was Charles Chaplin. Then came Stan Laurel, and subsequently a host of well-loved British actors and characters whose lives, loves, lavish parties and bitter rivalries constitute the sceptred ...

Hollywood is a chain gang and we lose the will to escape; the links of our chain are forged not of cruelties but of luxuries: we are pelted with orchids and roses; we are overpaid and underworked.First there was Charles Chaplin. Then came Stan Laurel, and subsequently a host of well-loved British actors and characters whose lives, loves, lavish parties and bitter rivalries constitute the sceptred ...

Hollywood is a chain gang and we lose the will to escape; the links of our chain are forged not of cruelties but of luxuries: we are pelted with orchids and roses; we are overpaid and underworked.First there was Charles Chaplin. Then came Stan Laurel, and subsequently a host of well-loved British actors and characters whose lives, loves, lavish parties and bitter rivalries constitute the sceptred ...

Hollywood is a chain gang and we lose the will to escape; the links of our chain are forged not of cruelties but of luxuries: we are pelted with orchids and roses; we are overpaid and underworked.First there was Charles Chaplin. Then came Stan Laurel, and subsequently a host of well-loved British actors and characters whose lives, loves, lavish parties and bitter rivalries constitute the sceptred ...

Hollywood is a chain gang and we lose the will to escape; the links of our chain are forged not of cruelties but of luxuries: we are pelted with orchids and roses; we are overpaid and underworked.First there was Charles Chaplin. Then came Stan Laurel, and subsequently a host of well-loved British actors and characters whose lives, loves, lavish parties and bitter rivalries constitute the sceptred ...

Hollywood is a chain gang and we lose the will to escape; the links of our chain are forged not of cruelties but of luxuries: we are pelted with orchids and roses; we are overpaid and underworked.First there was Charles Chaplin. Then came Stan Laurel, and subsequently a host of well-loved British actors and characters whose lives, loves, lavish parties and bitter rivalries constitute the sceptred ...

Hollywood is a chain gang and we lose the will to escape; the links of our chain are forged not of cruelties but of luxuries: we are pelted with orchids and roses; we are overpaid and underworked.First there was Charles Chaplin. Then came Stan Laurel, and subsequently a host of well-loved British actors and characters whose lives, loves, lavish parties and bitter rivalries constitute the sceptred ...

Madeleine Burke is prepared to swear that she was Dr. Challoners last patient on Tuesday evening, and that he was alive and in good spirits when she bade him good night.While holidaying in Algiers, Hugh Challoner encounters the lightning-sketch artist Aubrey Highton. Highton is desirous of finding a job back in England, and Challoner agrees to helpbut then his enigmatic new friend disappears.Back ...

Madeleine Burke is prepared to swear that she was Dr. Challoners last patient on Tuesday evening, and that he was alive and in good spirits when she bade him good night.While holidaying in Algiers, Hugh Challoner encounters the lightning-sketch artist Aubrey Highton. Highton is desirous of finding a job back in England, and Challoner agrees to helpbut then his enigmatic new friend disappears.Back ...

Madeleine Burke is prepared to swear that she was Dr. Challoners last patient on Tuesday evening, and that he was alive and in good spirits when she bade him good night.While holidaying in Algiers, Hugh Challoner encounters the lightning-sketch artist Aubrey Highton. Highton is desirous of finding a job back in England, and Challoner agrees to helpbut then his enigmatic new friend disappears.Back ...

Madeleine Burke is prepared to swear that she was Dr. Challoners last patient on Tuesday evening, and that he was alive and in good spirits when she bade him good night.While holidaying in Algiers, Hugh Challoner encounters the lightning-sketch artist Aubrey Highton. Highton is desirous of finding a job back in England, and Challoner agrees to helpbut then his enigmatic new friend disappears.Back ...

Madeleine Burke is prepared to swear that she was Dr. Challoners last patient on Tuesday evening, and that he was alive and in good spirits when she bade him good night.While holidaying in Algiers, Hugh Challoner encounters the lightning-sketch artist Aubrey Highton. Highton is desirous of finding a job back in England, and Challoner agrees to helpbut then his enigmatic new friend disappears.Back ...

Madeleine Burke is prepared to swear that she was Dr. Challoners last patient on Tuesday evening, and that he was alive and in good spirits when she bade him good night.While holidaying in Algiers, Hugh Challoner encounters the lightning-sketch artist Aubrey Highton. Highton is desirous of finding a job back in England, and Challoner agrees to helpbut then his enigmatic new friend disappears.Back ...

Madeleine Burke is prepared to swear that she was Dr. Challoners last patient on Tuesday evening, and that he was alive and in good spirits when she bade him good night.While holidaying in Algiers, Hugh Challoner encounters the lightning-sketch artist Aubrey Highton. Highton is desirous of finding a job back in England, and Challoner agrees to helpbut then his enigmatic new friend disappears.Back ...

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 doesnt know about bee-keeping isnt worth knowing. But the behaviour of the bees that day was extraordinarythey swarmed to a new hive where no hive should have been, and which was damp to boot. There was the smell of cyanide...

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 doesnt know about bee-keeping isnt worth knowing. But the behaviour of the bees that day was extraordinarythey swarmed to a new hive where no hive should have been, and which was damp to boot. There was the smell of cyanide...

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 doesnt know about bee-keeping isnt worth knowing. But the behaviour of the bees that day was extraordinarythey swarmed to a new hive where no hive should have been, and which was damp to boot. There was the smell of cyanide...

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 doesnt know about bee-keeping isnt worth knowing. But the behaviour of the bees that day was extraordinarythey swarmed to a new hive where no hive should have been, and which was damp to boot. There was the smell of cyanide...

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 doesnt know about bee-keeping isnt worth knowing. But the behaviour of the bees that day was extraordinarythey swarmed to a new hive where no hive should have been, and which was damp to boot. There was the smell of cyanide...

Thrusting his pipe in his pocket, he crossed to his writing desk. Extracting a heavy army-pattern revolver from a drawer, he began silently to search the whole ground floor of the house.Eileen Thurlow, an ardent devotee of spiritualism, persuades her uncle John to join her in a séance which produces the eerie sound of organ music. Later that same night John Thurlow disappears.A day later two bodie...

Thrusting his pipe in his pocket, he crossed to his writing desk. Extracting a heavy army-pattern revolver from a drawer, he began silently to search the whole ground floor of the house.Eileen Thurlow, an ardent devotee of spiritualism, persuades her uncle John to join her in a séance which produces the eerie sound of organ music. Later that same night John Thurlow disappears.A day later two bodie...

Thrusting his pipe in his pocket, he crossed to his writing desk. Extracting a heavy army-pattern revolver from a drawer, he began silently to search the whole ground floor of the house.Eileen Thurlow, an ardent devotee of spiritualism, persuades her uncle John to join her in a séance which produces the eerie sound of organ music. Later that same night John Thurlow disappears.A day later two bodie...

Thrusting his pipe in his pocket, he crossed to his writing desk. Extracting a heavy army-pattern revolver from a drawer, he began silently to search the whole ground floor of the house.Eileen Thurlow, an ardent devotee of spiritualism, persuades her uncle John to join her in a séance which produces the eerie sound of organ music. Later that same night John Thurlow disappears.A day later two bodie...

Thrusting his pipe in his pocket, he crossed to his writing desk. Extracting a heavy army-pattern revolver from a drawer, he began silently to search the whole ground floor of the house.Eileen Thurlow, an ardent devotee of spiritualism, persuades her uncle John to join her in a séance which produces the eerie sound of organ music. Later that same night John Thurlow disappears.A day later two bodie...

Thrusting his pipe in his pocket, he crossed to his writing desk. Extracting a heavy army-pattern revolver from a drawer, he began silently to search the whole ground floor of the house.Eileen Thurlow, an ardent devotee of spiritualism, persuades her uncle John to join her in a séance which produces the eerie sound of organ music. Later that same night John Thurlow disappears.A day later two bodie...

Thrusting his pipe in his pocket, he crossed to his writing desk. Extracting a heavy army-pattern revolver from a drawer, he began silently to search the whole ground floor of the house.Eileen Thurlow, an ardent devotee of spiritualism, persuades her uncle John to join her in a séance which produces the eerie sound of organ music. Later that same night John Thurlow disappears.A day later two bodie...