A famous explorer turns out to have been a woman, and a homicidal lunatic and a shrieking, witch-like psychiatrist are on the prowl.
I like drinking cider; I’m less keen on reading about it.
Westshire hasn’t had a murder for 40 years, until an inoffensive commercial traveller is bashed on the head in a copse
Inspector French investigates when old Mr. Radlett is blown up on a Cornish beach.
A first-rate yarn or competent but unremarkable?
Join Mrs. Bradley and friends on a naiad-hunt in Winchester.
The story of a murder rather than the story of the detection of a murder.
Murder in East Africa!
But would anyone want to live there?
One of the funniest books published under the Crime Club banner.