When
murder
struck
in the
most
exclusive
section
of a
conservative
city:
the
first
victim
died by
the
axe.
The
second
was
shot.
The
third
may have
died by
accident.
The
fourth
was the
most
gruesome
of
all.
The
answer
lay in a
dusty
album
that any
one
could
look
at.
Only one
man had
the
ingenuity
to
interpret
it.
this new
mystery
by the
author
of many
of the
classic
detective
stories
of our
day from
"The
Man in
Lower
Ten"
and
"The
Circular
Staircase"
to
"Miss
Pinkerton"
and
"The
Door"
has a
rich
cast of
characters,
an
air-tight
mystery,
a
delightful
romance,
and half
a dozen
spots in
its 350
pages,
where
the hair
on the
back of
your
neck
stands
up to
salute
Mrs.
Rinehart's
mastery
of
horror.
"The
Album"
is a
fascinating
maze of
crime
that
will
test the
wits of
the
shrewdest
detective.
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Only
Circular
Staircase,
The
The
summer
occupants
of
"Sunnyside"
find
themselves
involved
in many
mysteries.
She was
normally
quite a
sensible
woman.
But the
shadowy
face
peering
in the
window
and the
crashing
metallic
sound at
midnight
almost
had
Rachel
Innes
convinced
her
rented
summer
house
was
haunted.
All in
all she
was
relieved
when
Gertrude
and
Halsey
arrived
to keep
their
dear old
aunt
company
-- and
allow
her the
courtesy
of a
decent
night's
sleep....Unfortunately,
the
explosive
sound of
a
revolver
shot the
next
night
shattered
Rachel's
hopes.
The dead
body of
Arnold
Armstrong,
son of
the
owner,
is found
at the
foot of
the
circular
staircase
ensuring
many
sleepless
nights
to
follow.
Following
the
murder a
bank
failure
is
announced,
and word
is
received
from
California
that
Paul
Armstrong,
president
of the
bank,
has died
very
suddenly.
Here the
author
stars
the
working
out of a
plot
which
lends
itself
to much
supposition
and
constant
change
of
opinion
as to
the real
criminals.
Is John
Bailey,
the bank
cashier
and the
young
man to
whom
Gertrude
Innes is
engaged
guilty
of the
double
crime?
Is
Halsey
Innes
guilty
of the
murder?
Or
Gertrude?
For it
seemed
Rachel's
own
nieces
and
nephew
were the
prime
suspects
in the
murder.
Or is it
at the
door of
some
person
on whom
suspicion
does not
seem to
fall?
Events
point
first to
one and
then
another,
and a
story of
absorbing
interest
is
developed
along
lines
that
will
hold the
most
jaded
novel
reader.
And dear
Aunt
Rachel
had
suddenly
acquired
a taste
for
sleuthing...
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Only
Door,
The
"Then
I
happened
to raise
my eyes,
and they
fell on
the
mirror
---
There
was a
man on
the
staircase"
--- It
is this
strange
incident
that
foreshadows
a series
of
mysterious
and
well-planned
murders
in the
household
of that
pleasantly
middle-aged
spinster,
Elizabeth
June
Bell.
The
structure
of the
murderous
campaign
seemed
absolutely
intact,
without
a flaw
or clue
to point
suspicions.
Each
contingency
was met
with
diabolical
ingenuity
and
cunning.
And then
suddenly
the
whole
carefully
woven
fabric
was
destroyed.
Strange
and
mysterious
and
bitter
it must
have
been to
so
accomplished
a
criminal.
Everything
provided
against,
and then
at last
to be
betrayed
by a
DOOR, a
thing of
wood and
paint
with an
ordinary
tarnished
brass
knob.
Will you
ever
forget
the
thrill
of first
reading
"The
Circular
Staircase"?
You will
never
forget
"The
Door."
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Only
Man
in Lower
Ten, The
Lawrence
Blakely,
attorney-at-law,
sets off
by train
to
deliver
valuable
documents
in a
criminal
case.
His ride
will be
eventful.
Along
the way
he'll
encounter
romance,
treachery,
a train
wreck,
even a
murder
in which
he'll be
implicated.
Who's
after
and his
papers,
and why?
The
first
time
Blakely
saw
Alison
West was
in a
photo.
Her face
was
angelic,
her eyes
shining,
her lips
softly
smiling.
The next
time he
saw her
was on
an
express
racing
through
the
night.
She was
the same
girl --
yet
totally
different,
her face
pale,
her eyes
darting
evasively,
her
mouth
drawn
tight.
But
something
evil
hovered
about
this
beautiful
girl.
But did
it come
from
within
her, or
without?
Lawrence
Blakely
had to
find out
....
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Only
Miss
Pinkerton
Fear
lies in
ambush
when
night
falls in
the old
Mitchell
mansion;
death
lurks on
the
staircase
and
prowls
through
the
bedrooms.
Upstairs
lies the
body of
a man
who may
have
killed
himself
--
downstairs
an
eccentric
old
woman
creeps
stealthily
from her
sickbed.
And
Nurse
Adams
(the
D.A.'s
office
calls
her
"Miss
Pinkerton"),
planted
in the
house by
Inspector
Patton,
feels
something
evil
brush
past her
in the
dark ...
A
mystery
that
chills
your
bones
and a
romance
that
warms
your
heart --
in
short,
the
grandest
Rinehart
since
"The
Circular
Staircase."
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Only
Poor
Wise
Man, A
Vigor,
dramatic
intensity
and the
sweep of
a fine
romance
are here
in this
new
novel by
Mrs.
Rinehart
-- a
story of
"all
of
us."
The
pages
are as
so many
luminous
windows
before
which
one sits
and,
fascinated,
watches
the
unfolding
of a
great
American
drama.
Mrs.
Rinehart's
frame of
vision
is not a
narrow
one.
Spread
before
us in
all its
colors,
brilliant
and
sombre,
is the
life we
know,
every
stratum
of
society
from
Anthony
Cardew,
the
steel
King,
down to
Jim
Doyle,
the
radical
leader,
and
Willy
Cameron,
the
young
chemist,
whose
devotion
and
courage
are a
link
between
the
luxurious
life of
Lily
Cardew
and the
drab and
bare
existence
of the
Boyd
household.
Again
has Mrs.
Rinehart
touched
our
hearts
and
fired
our
imaginations.
Again
has she
dramatized
the
scenes
about us
and
perceived
beneath
the
exteriors
of men
and
women
the
passionate
loyalties,
sacrifices
and
loves
which
redeem
life
from its
evil and
pain.
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Only
Red
Lamp,
The
The
Red Lamp
at once
takes
its
place as
one of
the
really
great
mystery
novels
of
modern
literature.
From the
opening
page to
the
final
solution
of the
mystery
in the
last
chapter,
the
reader
is
spellbound
by its
intricacies,
its
romance,
and its
superb
style.
It
represents
Mary
Roberts
Rinehart
at her
very
best --
all the
fine
emotional
qualities
of
"K"
and
"The
Amazing
Interlude"
coupled
with the
most
popular
and
successful
of
mystery
plays,
and
"The
Circular
Staircase"
and
"The
Man in
Lower
Ten"
two of
the most
popular
mystery
novels
of the
past
fifteen
years.
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Only
Window
at the
White
Cat, The
Politics
and
poker
... that
was the
occupation
of the
members
of the
White
Cat
Club.
Once on
the
inside,
a man's
business
was his
own and
nobody
gave a
damn if
he was
mayor of
the town
or
champion
pool
player
of the
first
ward ...
It was a
noisy,
crowded,
masculine
kind of
retreat,
which
explained
the sign
that
hung
proudly
over the
door:
'The
White
Cat
Never
Sleeps.'
... But
murder
entered
the
wakeful
chambers
of the
White
Cat, and
its
victims
slept
the deep
sleep of
the
dead.
