Most of the translations from foreign languages in the text are my own, but for the quotation from Machiavelli’sThe Prince and the quotation from Virgil’s The Eclogues (though I have adapted the latter very slightly). I am indebted to the late...
Death knell in L.A. Beneath the golden glitter, Tinsel Town spawns sleaze, sickies, psychos, and wiseguys. Ex-cop Fritz Brown, sometime P.I., full-time Beethoven buff, sees it all as he walks the shady side of the streets. Now he’s got a client...
— Voyez-vous Kovask, depuis que le pasteur nous a alertés, j’ai des insomnies.
Son pouce passa par-dessus son épaule.
— Approchez-vous de la carte. Ces fameux brouillards s’étendent surtout sur les passes les plus...
The passing of the Hungarian prime minister before he could realize his dream of a fascist state has little effect on crime reporter Zsigmond Gordon. Life—and death—go on in the bustling old city, and a late-night tip soon leads him to a crime...
Chanson de salle de garde :
Non, non, non, Bérurier n'est pas mort
Non, non, non, Bérurier n'est pas mort
Car il bande encore
Car il bande encore.
Et pourtant ! Oui, pourtant !
Il a bel et bien trépassé à l'ombre
des montagnes...
In “Bullet for One,” a man with a lot of enemies is shot dead while riding his horse in the early morning in Central Park; five of the six suspects believe the sixth man is the culprit, but he’s got an ironclad...