MURDER MOST FOUL
The young man he saw running—slowly now, with panting breath—was one whose name or face Cy did not know. But he was one of the outfielders who had been sent to get a lost ball. He was now gasping out words like,...
She was as conniving a blonde as ever tried to steal another girl’s husband... Now she was dead, found murdered in a lonely lovers’ lane. And the police wanted to know...
Unfortunate that Phineas Slack should die of sunstroke on the night of his reconciliation with his black-sheep nephew... and strange that the sun shone so strongly that...