“Nothing like a good murder to salvage a bad week end.”
You can’t build a million-dollar business empire without making a few enemies, and Jenny Iverson has made more than just a few. Even old friends Tom and Sally, her hosts for Labor Day weekend, don’t feel they have much in common with Jenny anymore. They must stay in her good graces, however, as Tom is unemployed and they are hoping she will hire Sally as her new assistant. Their entire future depends on keeping Jenny happy this weekend.
The holiday soon veers wildly off-course, as an untimely cold snap and a burnt dinner give way to blackmail and murder. As Tom and Sally are drawn into a web of suspicion, they begin to wonder whether they really know their friends at all. Continue reading “Thirty Days Hath September (1942) by Dorothy Cameron Disney & George Sessions Perry”
“One of the hazards of the hunted, Paul reflected, was the psychology of the hunted. It was hard to fight against the idea that every casual stranger was an enemy, that secret unknown watchers ringed one in.”
In the old rolltop desk, Mary Strong has sixteen letters. They are from her husband’s best friend Max, who also became Mary’s best friend when she married Paul. A war correspondent on assignment in the North Atlantic, Max promised to write to his friends every two weeks, and he’s kept his promise. The sixteenth letter should have been the last. Max is finally coming home.
When the plane from Reykjavik lands, however, Max is not aboard. Then Mary and Paul receive their seventeenth, and final, letter from their friend. Instead of a letter, the envelope marked “17” contains only blank pages and an old theater program. Mary and Paul are convinced that Max has sent them the clue to a serious crime. To prove it, they must navigate wartime secrecy and travel restrictions to plunge straight into a nest of saboteurs. With both Mounties and German spies on their trail, the Strongs are in for the adventure of their lives. Continue reading “The 17th Letter (1945) by Dorothy Cameron Disney”
“I used to think how curious it was that Father should spend his youth to free the slaves, and then employ his maturity to enslave his children.”
It’s supposed to be a heartwarming family Thanksgiving for the Hieronomos, the last one in their ancestral home. After the recent death of her father, Anne is especially excited to meet her relatives for the first time. Then iron-willed Aunt Amanda turns up dead in Anne’s bedroom. Anne soon realizes how little she knows about these strangers who share her blood.
Continue reading “The Balcony (1940) by Dorothy Cameron Disney”