On a silver dish the Christmas pudding reposed in all its glory.
A large football of a pudding, a piece of holly stuck in it like a triumphant flag
and glorious flames of blue and red rising round it.
There was a cheer and cries of...
Before the last echo of the shot had trailed down Riverside Drive, Ellery Queen realized that he had just witnessed a murder. Robert Potts lay shot through the heart. Not only had Ellery Queen been a witness but also Inspector Queen and Sergeant...
The client had an extraordinary air of assurance about her — one could almost say a queenly air.
There was no doubt that she was in some sort of jam, which had started years before when she had won a beauty contest. The question was, why was...