Myron Alison had been an idol of the stage, famous for his amorous conquests and his flair for the dramatic. But he exceeded himself the night he flared to his death in flaming kerosene, with three bullet holes in his chest. The stage for his final act was a castle built in the shape ...

LONDON WAS WRAPPED IN FOG...when Inspector John Cheviot got into a twentieth-century taxi. The city was still fogbound when he got out—but the cab was a hackney coach, and the year was 1829. There were things Cheviot remembered but could not use—like how to analyze fingerprints. ...

Ten minutes after the Duc de Saligny entered the card room of the elegant Parisian gambling house, the police burst in—and found the Duc's severed head, standing upright on the stump of its neck, staring at them from the center of the room. Both doors to the card room had been ...

Pennington Barclay, master of Greengrove, is murderously attacked in his library by something that disappears from a completely locked room. The entire household—including Barclay's beautiful young wife, and his nephew and heir apparent based on a newly discovered will—is ...

IT BEGAN WITH HATS... Stolen hats...vanished all over London, and re-appeared in the most unexpected places— First, on the head of a lion in Trafalgar Square Then, at the top of a Scotland Yard lamppost And finally on the corpse of a young newsman found stabbed to death in the ...

The burial vault was solidly built with walls eighteen inches thich, stone floors, and no vents or windows. The sturdy lock, sealed with Dr. Fell's own signet, showed no signs of tampering. "Come off it, sir!" said Inspector Crawford, with sudden loudness. "What could happen, among ...