The Photographer is hired to kill a man using a model to smuggle heroin into the U.S. Evesdropping, he learns that the model double-crossed his victim, hired the Big Ones to have the man killed, and wants to sell her heroin to the Big Ones. Double-cross after double-cross follows! ...
“Beans to YOU, sonnyboy, as per my will!”<P> So read the wishes of rich old Balhatchet Barkstone, uncle of young Boyce. Why would he deny Boyce his proper inheritance by leaving him a paltry 16 beans instead of millions of dollars? Could it have been a big mistake? Or an imagined insult? Only Harry Stephen Keeler could have concocted such a plot<P> A note to the sensitive: As with many novels written in the first half of the 20th c ...
That sea-going Jeff Tyler aboard his 85-foot «Loafalong» sights a life-raft with a dead boy and an almost-dead girl drifting on the Caribbean. A swift-moving story that flows from Florida waters to New Orleans – with a murder in every mile and a girl in every port. The perfect Jeff Tyler story, packed with rough, violent action against corruption, and tender loving care against seduction. ...
Joseph Fairweather languishes in a mental institution because he has a theory about time and space that’s just plain crazy. Across the ocean in an abandoned warehouse by the River Thames, Eadgyth Whitchurch lies bound hand and foot, soon to be thrown into the river by the London branch of the Tong of the Lean Grey Rats That Swarm the World, just because she overheard a phone conversation she shouldn’t have. Meanwhile, back in the States there’s ...
Old man Whittaker, in the prime of life, has been sentenced to die of cancer, and it is his strange and demoniacal whim to expose in name and deed the intimate friends with whose hidden crimes he has had a confessor’s acquaintance. To allow them a terrible moment in which to flavor their own ruin, he asks them for a week-end of celebration and, as the starting gun, informs them of the Memoir… ...
