The Mammoth Book of Locked-Room Mysteries and Impossible Crimes
A new anthology of twenty-nine short stories features an array of baffling locked-room mysteries by Michael Collins, Bill Pronzini, Susanna Gregory, H. R. F. Keating, Peter Lovesey, Kate Ellis, and Lawrence Block, among others. Original.
(b.1943) is the author of a number of novels of the supernatural and bizarre as, well as a highly acclaimed historical mystery series set in the seventh century featuring the Irish advocate Sister Fidelma. The first in the series was Absolution by Murder (1994). Chief Steward Jeff Ryder noticed the worried expression on the face of Stewardess Sally Beech the moment that she entered the premier class galley of the Global Airways 747, Flight GA 162. He was surprised for a moment as he had never
them for the wrong reasons. She said she was getting preoccupied with long-term health, holistic approaches to health . . . even writing a book about holistic health.” “Doesn’t sound suicidal at all. Isn’t that him? Edwin May?” Across the street, a man was pushing the bell of Morrigan’s flat. He wore an old leather jacket, brown, and though it was August and a fine late afternoon, the collar was turned up. He looked a bit like Edwin May: I couldn’t see if he had the trademark pony-tail because
before?” “Because I assumed he was distressed over Tanya and Wilkes, and it didn’t seem right to tell you about it. But I may be wrong: the heaters mask sounds, as you just said yourself.” Julie stared at her feet. “Tanya and I were good friends and I was upset last night. It was probably me you heard.” “It may’ve been,” said Senko, shrugging. “I tried not to listen.” Paxton sighed. “Well, there’s a rational explanation for these disappearances, and I’m going to find out what it is. People
little smile. “Because I heard a mate – a pal of mine – toot his horn in a comic way he often does. I meet him most mornings, and I just looked round to give him a nod, but that was all.” That finished the interview with the chauffeur, and when Mr Bowen, the professor, and the inspector were in the cab again, Golbourne spoke very seriously. “I’m going to take a risk with this man, Sanchez, Inspector,” he said. “That’s why I want you with me, in case there should be unpleasantness afterwards, or
Sherlock Holmes has his Dr Watson, Nero Wolfe his Archie Goodwin, Timmy has Lassie. Penelope Peters has me. It’s strictly a business arrangement and I’m not complaining. Working for Penelope Peters is always interesting. Plus, she pays me a hell of a salary, more even than I think I’m worth. My first and only encounter with Cyrus Calhoun occurred on Friday, August 20,1999. I was standing patiently in line to make the weekly deposit. It had been a good week and there were cheques worth fifteen