"You think there's nothing I can do?" Stella asked. Then she hooked her hand in the neck of her blouse and jerked. The fabric tore. She took the hem of her skirt in both hands and ripped it halway up to her waist. "Ever hear of criminal assault?" This is ERLE STANLEY GARDNER, creator ...

Bill Grant was paralyzed by a private devil. He called him the Big Cat, although he could assume any shape he liked at will — sometimes only a smell, or a small, soft, insistent noise. But when Bill sees a beautiful redhead threatened by a gunman in the hotel room across the ...

"Well," she said, "just what the hell do you think you're doing?" Parker put everything back in Tiftus' pockets except the room key. Then he picked him up like a ventriloquist's dummy and dumped the little man on his back on the bed. He heard a sound just as he let him go and turning ...

When the bandages came off, Parker looked in the mirror at a stranger. He nodded to the stranger and looked beyond at the reflection of Dr. Adler. Parker had been in the sanitarium a little over four weeks now. He had come in with a face that the New York Syndicate wanted to put a ...

Why not? Just because no one had ever tried it before? What better place for a heist, if it was timed right, than a football stadium? There'd have to be money in the box once; the game was a sellout. Every eye in the place would be glued to the action down on the field. Even the getaway ...