“Have you heard the news, sir?” the waiter said.“I’m afraid I haven’t. What is it?”“Plumley’s dead, sir. Henry Plumley. We just got the news over the ’phone. Suicide they say it was. Anything else you want, sir?”Out-of-print for o...
I am going to commit a murder. I offer no apology for the curtness of the statement.An individual taking the name ‘Marius’ boasts in a series of letters that he will commit the Perfect Murder, daring Scotland Yard detectives to catch him if they ...
“And that’s not all. Somers is dead too … He poisoned himself … in the lounge!”The great English boxer Michael France looks set to become the new Heavyweight Champion of the world. Everyone is waiting with bated breath for the forthcoming a...
“And that’s not all. Somers is dead too … He poisoned himself … in the lounge!”When the wealthy Cosmo Revere is killed by a falling tree, ex-CID officer John Franklin and Ludovic Travers chance to be staying in the vicinity. After examining...
However thorough your search was, I’m convinced the murderer, or the burglar -- call him what you will -- is still in the house.Little Levington Hall, the site of the seasonal house party in Dancing Death, is owned by Martin Braishe, inventor of a ...
“If you don’t think I’m taking a liberty in saying so, my opinion is that he was knocked down first and hanged after!”Ludovic Travers starts an investigation of unnatural death by means of an automobile mishap on a rural road. His associate S...
“It was some sort of sudden death?”Travers made a face. “It certainly was sudden. I’ll say it’s ten to one it was murder.”Ludovic Travers is asked by an old school friend, Henry Dryden, to investigate the cause of the agitation in the for...
Travers looked down at the face. On the collar was a red patch and a long streak. Across the throat was a gash.Two rival London newspaper tycoons are at daggers drawn. But when Sir William Griffith’s corpse turns up in a hamper, his throat cut from...
“Let us know when you’re dead!”Ludovic Travers had known it was a publicity stunt, all that business about the anonymous threatening letters. He expected a hoax but what he found was two men lying dead on the floor of Crewe’s bedroom. To be c...
Old Hunt slithered in the most amazing way and then fell to the floor. He lay between the seats, face upwards.Ludovic Travers is on his way by train from Toulon to Marignac. Along for the ride are several suspicious characters, two of whom die en rou...
“Send someone here quick. There’s been a murder!”Mr Lewton is dead. Stabbed through the back, no possibility of suicide -- and no sign of a knife either. The deceased made a phone call summoning a doctor immediately before his own death. And th...
Travers turned to Wharton. “I ask you, George, as a man of the world -- do schoolmasters and mistresses have souls full of glamour and passion and intrigue? Are they torn by the same emotions that rend people like us?”At first the old schoolmaste...
“Murder is easy. It’s child’s play to commit murder and get away with it.”Unpleasant uncle Hubert is murdered while playing cards -- and surrounded by any number of relatives who stand to gain by his death. An impossible crime, it seems, thou...
“It’s terrible. It’s a body . . . the head cut off . . . and the hands.”Who is -- or was -- the headless, handless corpse, found discarded on a bonfire? This baffling case of identity leads to a dead doctor who, according to information recei...
Murder on Mondays! Greatest prophecy of the century! T.P. Luffham was murdered!Ferdinand Pole of the Murder League claims that, since 1918, thirteen murders have been committed on a Monday. A sleazy economist has now been slain, followed the next wee...
“You needn’t look impatient, sir. He’ll be finished with you long before dinner.ˮWho has murdered the beautiful Sonia Vorge in her bridal bed? Why is the sinisterly looped rope hanging from the oak-beam? And what has the ghost of Montage Hall ...
Travers looked down at the thing that sprawled. The head gave a last movement, and there was a faint sound like a tired moan. The time was eight minutes to eight.Ludovic Travers is approached by his sister after tales of strange doings and horrible n...
Palmer saw him out, and gave that little deprecatory cough.“If you’ll pardon me, sir, is it another murder?”“Looks like it,” Travers told him from the door.This affair of Ludovic Travers and George “the General” Wharton is packed full w...
‘I judge him to have been dead just about twenty-four hours. Suicide, almost certainly.’Ludovic Travers polished his eyeglasses. Inspector Wharton grunted -- sure signs of impending mystery. And they were right.The car took the wrong turning and ...
As Travers’s finger touched the dead hand, he felt the warmth, and wondered if the man were still alive. Then he saw the knife that stuck sideways in the ribs.It was three years after Ludovic Travers had acquired a painting by the famous contempora...
“George Wharton said he hoped I’d have a nice murder for you.”Ludovic Travers and his wife choose to spend part of their honeymoon in the quiet town of Edensthorpe -- one place where they can be sure of peace and quiet, and where an eminent aut...
An attendant had come in with the cage. He stooped and held the rope taut. The cage door was opened, Jules called from high in the roof and at once the rat began to climb. Then something went wrong. All at once Auguste scampered down and shot back in...
The tea had brought a pleasant warmth and Travers snuggled down in bed. Once more he was busy with something that had vastly cheered him of late -- a perfect scheme for the murder of Stirrop.There were difficulties from the first day the blustering a...
What was I to be this time? A Commandant again of a Prisoner of War Camp? Was I to get a sedentary job at the War Office itself, and begin the slow process of fossilisation? Was I due for some wholly new job of which the rank and file had never even ...
The curtain had been drawn back and there was the bed. Wharton and a stranger were standing by it, and when Wharton moved to meet me, I saw on the bed the body of Penelope Craye.“She’s dead,” I said.Wharton merely nodded.Once again, we meet our...
“Good God!” I was staring like a lunatic. “Murdered, you say? When?”“Less than half an hour ago, sir.”TRAVERS: “I don’t know why I should call this case that of the Magic Mirror for there’s nothing in it reminiscent of “Snow White...
“It’s about a murder. . . . Here. Five Oaks, they call it. . . . A man, he’s murdered. . . . Oh, no, it isn’t a joke. I wish it was. . . . I said I wished it was. . . . You’ll send someone at once?”Ludovic Travers, still in the army, is o...
“Is he bad, sir?”“Worse than that,” I said. “In fact, he’s dead.”1943. Ludovic Travers, consulting specialist for Scotland Yard, is on a fortnight’s well-earned leave in London from his military posting. Anticipating relaxation, he is...
It wasn’t I who discovered the body. I want to make that perfectly clear, if only for the benefit of a couple of club acquaintances of mine.Ludovic Travers, special investigator for Scotland Yard, commits murder? No -- but at the end of this novel ...
““This is something desperately secret,” she said. “Something I want you to do for me . . . But I can’t tell you now. It’s something I’m frightened about.”Ludovic Travers, consulting specialist for Scotland Yard, receives two invitati...
‘Anything doing?’‘Maybe,’ he said guardedly, and then as a kind of afterthought: ‘Just slipping along to Hampstead. Charles Manfrey’s dead.’Ludovic Travers is on army leave in London when actor and theatrical impresario Charles Manfrey ...
Near the right temple was a hole, and down the forehead and along the nose was dried blood.“Shot, by God! No wonder the poor old devil couldn’t hear.”When the telephone bell rings in Bill Ellice’s Broad Street Detective Agency, it happens to ...
It was Murder Eve, and I was the last person in Sandbeach to suspect it.
Ludovic Travers certainly isn’t anticipating anything remotely resembling murder, least of all his own. But when he is invited to a strange hotel, someone does turns ...
“I have an idea that a certain man is going to commit murder. He told me so -- in so many words.”
If Ludovic Travers hadn’t been so sure the man was serious, he might not have gone snooping. If he hadn’t kept his eyes peeled, he migh...
“Murder’s my job, not parish politics.”
Ludovic Travers, the unofficial expert of Scotland Yard, pairs with his friend, Superintendent Wharton, to dig deeply into an East Anglian murder. Interwoven are the thefts of antique rugs and pi...
The murderer was clever and the planning was perfect. There was apparently nothing that had been overlooked and nothing that didn’t go to plan. There was nothing that could be called a slip. Why then was the murderer caught?Too few answers chasing ...
“At first it may seem an astounding coincidence that two members of a family should have considered it necessary to ask for the services of the same detective agency. I think I can prove otherwise, and even if I can’t, the facts remain. Alice Sto...
I was thinking of offering Godfrey Prial some sort of partnership. I’m pretty sure now of at least two things -- that he liked me, and that he’d have accepted. If he’d lived.When Ludovic Travers took over Bill Ellice’s Broad Street Detective ...
He was deader than last year’s hit-song. At the side of the skull was where the bullet had done its work.
Four detectives? Surely things must have come to quite a pass if the well-tried team of Ludovic Travers and George Wharton has to be ...
His head went sideways, like a hopping sparrow’s on a lawn.The man who saves Henry Clandon’s life during the campaign in Sicily visits him once in hospital, gives his name as David Seeway, makes vague and apparently pointless reference to somebod...
“Famous Spiritualist Dead . . . Gun Found in Flat”
In The Case of the Happy Medium Ludovic Travers is at the top of his considerable form. When Ludovic and his wife set out to attend a séance, they are in a mood of amiable scepticism. B...
Isn’t it a tremendous coincidence that his murderer should also have had large front teeth?Ludovic Travers has received a good many queer requests and enquiries at the Broad Street Detective Agency, but a psychiatrist in fear of his life and in sea...
Between the acting of a dreadful thing, and the first motion...Ludovic Travers sees it happen. He sees a strange young woman assault Clement Foorde, and all because he had expressed his dislike for a certain best-selling novel. Is it a publicity stun...
Providence, they say, is good to drunkards and children. Maybe there’s a third category -- the unorthodox detective.A new case finds Ludovic Travers travelling to the respectable English Midlands town of Mainford. He is commissioned to investigate ...
I liked him. When I heard of his death I was quite upset.Henry Baldlow is a nervous man. An apparent invalid, he plans to emigrate for his health, yet claims to require a detective to guard his life in the interim. Ludovic Travers isn’t initially c...
There was no mess: just a dark stain one could see on the waistcoat. What was horrible was the contortion of the face and the tortured eyes. But even then I thought I knew him.There can be few people who would wish to go so far as to murder a literar...
We’ve got to have a body.That’s what what detective Ludovic Travers says, after being contacted by one Lord Tynworth. Tynworth’s wife has vanished and his lordship wants her found " yet strangely doesn’t seem especially keen on getting her ...
I never did like missing people. Far too often we’ve found them dead.When that cheerful soul, Doris Bosford, asked Ludovic Travers of the Broad Street Detective Agency to trace her missing husband the case soon involved matters less innocent than a...
Whoever was driving that car was either drunk or mad.The Case of the Flowery Corpse takes Ludovic Travers to the English rural idyll of Marstead in Suffolk, visiting his old friend Henry Morle. The quiet village seems hardly the place for mystery. Ye...
That happened to be the last that either of us actually saw of Alysia Rimmell -- alive.Ludovic Travers, associate of Scotland Yard, and the director of his own detective agency, is brought into a new case, and finds something very much wrong with an ...
I think murder is practically a certainty.William Weddall was eccentric even in Ludovic Traver's wide experience. There was about him an aura of secrecy and subterfuge at odds with the quiet atmosphere of his estate. Hinchbrook Hall, show-place for h...
Enough words and enough speed and you can get away with murder.There was something unique about the Case of the Treble Twist. It isn't often one gets a preview of a case or hovers round its fringes four years before it breaks, but that was just what ...
"How's it going, George?""Sheer murder."When Ludovic Travers went to Sandbeach-"the Blackpool of the South Coast"-his purpose was to investigate on behalf of an insurance company a jewel robbery at one of that lively resort's leading hotels. The vict...
It wasn't easy to forget the frightened hostility in her face and the shrill hysteria of her voice when she'd closed and bolted the door.Who were the intruders who left bloodstains and a sapphire brooch in Paul Farrell's flat? And, since nothing was ...
"He says it's something serious. Might be murder."When the well-dressed Mrs. Wilson came into his office, her business seemed simple enough-although a little odd and mysterious for a woman of her bearing. She wanted Travers to find a missing man, who...
"No one could prove we had reason to suspect murder. We can afford to be thought fools. So we'll go on behaving as if such a thought never entered our minds.""I'm sorry, gents. I thought for a moment I'd been coshed." An odd sort of way in which to t...
"You'll face two charges," I said. "One for murder and one for extortion."Ludovic Travers remembered Brian Jedmont as a photographer whose ambition outran his sense of ethics. The Broad Street Detective Agency had stopped using his services in unfort...
He said he was deeply shocked to hear of Mr. Staffer's murder.I rather doubted it.Ludovic Travers had never come across a more ingenious fraud-three of them, in fact. All were perpetrated in only twenty-four hours. One was in Liverpool, the second an...
Woman falls from window of flat. Doctor says killed instantly.Well, thought Ludovic Travers as he set the newspaper aside, that finally put a period to a highly unsuccessful case. The woman, a Mrs. Strand, had seemed a bit deranged when she came to h...
"Death from manual strangulation after a blow that slightly fractured the skull."Ludovic Travers, private investigator, is approached by a slight acquaintance from his past, one Isabel Herne. She has seemingly fallen into the hands of a charming con-...
He hadn't died from burns or asphyxiation. His skull had been smashed in. And not simply from a fall.The good employer: yes, on the face of it, a fair description of Leonard Woode. Elderly, of independent means, cultured, considerate, his servants in...
"I just wanted to ask you one question.""Yes?""Why did you lie to us about that burglar?"The Case of the Deadly Diamonds starts out as a small-scale caper for Ludovlc Travers, leading light of the Broad Street Detective Agency. The unspectacular sum ...
Just round the corner I'd be in sight of the main entrance to the flats. And that's all I remember. That, and a tremendous pain, and a kind of flash.An urgent plea from Lady Marport to find her missing seventeen-year-old daughter plunges Ludovic Trav...
Seeing Munro Burnside was a last resource.The young narrator of this mystery thriller is stony broke. In dire straits he appeals to his former boss, now a top men at a London newspaper, for a writing job. Mr. Burnside suggests he go out and find hims...
“JAAAAKE!” Harriet shouted upstairs to Jake, “I’m packing your lunch this week, it’s delicious!” But will Jake’s lunch be delicious..? Jake is a mischievous older brother and Harriet is his unwitting little sister. Jake loves to see hi...