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';Mr. Laurence P. Stewart was murdered last night in his library. He was found with his skull battered in!'Peter Daventry, a young lawyer, receives instructions from a rich client to purchase three valuable artefacts once belonging to Mary, Queen of Scots. It's a singular request, with no limit on the money to be paid at the auction. But the day after Daventry inspects the items, they are stolen from the auction house and a security guard is found horribly murdered.The next morning, Daventry and his colleagues are startled to discover that the client, miles away at his country house, has also been slain in a room locked from the inside. Faced with such a dilemma, there's only one thing that can be done call for Anthony Bathurst, detective extraordinaire.The Case of the Black Twenty-Two was originally published in 1928. This new edition includes an introduction by crime fiction historian Steve Barge.';Convincingly detailed' Birmingham Gazette';A skilful piece of work' Bystander';An exciting murder mystery' Daily Whig';A fine yarn, splendidly told' Western Mail';There is a realism and directness about this mystery story that ranks it among the best' Dundee Courier

I was awakened by a piercing scream that echoed and re-echoed through the house. It came from the floor below!';Murder! Murder! Help! Help! Murder!'The setting is Considine Manor in Sussex, where Sir Charles is holding his annual Cricket Week. But the house-party is marred by the discovery of a dead body in the billiard room, not to mention the fact that Lady Considine's pearls have been stolen. Can Inspector Baddeley catch the criminal, or will it take the super-sleuth Anthony Lotherington Bathurst to discover the diabolical truth?The Billiard-Room Mystery was originally published in 1927. This new edition features an introduction by crime fiction historian Steve Barge.';A classic of its type' Nottingham Herald';A very good yarn . . . off the usual lines and most ingeniously contrived' Bystander

I wonder how many women today are back in their pre-war ruts. For how many was the war merely a temporary disarrangement and for how many others has it meant complete re-adjustment, an entirely new set of circumstances? This is a stupid thought for me to have when, even in my own case, I don't know the answer.Helen Townsend and neighbour Laura Watson are unlikely friends as a result of serving together in the ATS. Helen is married to the local doctor, but has spent much of the war with her lover Brian, and both men are now due back from active service. Laura, stuck caring for her domineering father, is already missing the freedoms that war offered. They and many others in their village are just beginning to adjust to the unexpected challenges of peace.In Wine of Honour, Barbara Beauchamp seems somehow to have recognized how unique and fleeting were the details of life in the days and weeks just after the end of World War II, and to have set out to carefully document themwith particular focus on the experiences of women. The result is an incomparable, fly-on-the-wall vision of a fascinating time and place.

To look at Miss Georgina Carter you would never have suspected that a woman of her age and character would have allowed herself to be so wholeheartedly mixed up with an Ifrit.It's the final months of World War II and Georgina Carter, a single woman in her late forties with a drab job in the Censorship office, is convinced that nothing very shattering, nothing very devastating could happen to one after that age. But then she buys some wood blocks from a blitzed roadway, one of which, when burned in her fireplace, releases a long-imprisoned Ifrit (don't call him a genie) eager to do her bidding. Nicknamed Joe, he zaps in exotic foods and luxurious decor, and takes her on a dizzying hurtle through space to visit a beloved nephew in Canada. Then an old flame visits and Joe senses possibilities . . .This delightful 1945 novel, alongside its fantasy elements, depicts the mood of the later war years, with bombed out buildings, dirt, cravings for impossible-to-find foods, and the surliness and fatigue of many Londonersbut all are considerably enlivened by an energetic, well-meaning, but slightly overly-enthusiastic Ifrit.

It was curious that the aerial bombardment of London, which had ennobled so much that was normally sordid, should only debase a love affair between two people who had managed for three years to overcome the threat to their relations implicit in all such. To die together would be simple. It would not be so simple to be dug out still alive from the same collapsed building.Elizabeth Simpson is a secretary having an affair with her married boss. Her father is an air raid warden and her terrified mother takes her courage from concealed bottles of rum. Owen Cathcart, their neurotic teenage neighbour, slips out during night raids to watch the fireworks and collect souvenirs of shrapnel. And Bob Craven, a soldier Elizabeth uses as cover for her illicit romance, plans his taxi rides to see the most dramatic bomb damage.In this riveting drama of life during the Blitz, the extraordinary immediacy and vivid, intimate detail stem directly from the first-hand experiences of Barbara Noble, who lived and worked in London throughout the war. The result is a unique social document and an unforgettable reading experience.';The most satisfying picture yet of what life was like in London during those hectic months.' Times of India

';It's awful to think that there are nine of us here to-day at this table and in six months' time we may all be dead,' said Miss Purbeck. ';There were thousands killed last night, so the bus conductor told me.'';You certainly are our little ray of sunshine,' said Elsie scornfully.Marjorie Wilenski's only novel, as biting and funny as Barbara Pym at her crankiest, follows an office of women translators at the fictional Ministry of Foreign Intelligence in London as they bicker, manoeuvre, and shift allegiances just before and then in the thick of the London Blitz. Its two main characters are sharply contrastedthe clever, efficient but terminally bitter middle-aged Elsie Pearne and the cheerful, pretty young newcomer Anne Shepley-Rice, whose once affluent family has fallen on hard times. Their colleagues include a fresh air fanatic, a busybody, an inept supervisor and her trusty deputy, the dithering, chatty Mrs Jolly, and a former lady's companion who delights in bad news and disaster.The cast of Table Two are instantly recognizable to any office worker of today. But this portrayal of a 1940s office is a rare treasure for modern readers, showing, with vivid detail and dark humour, how a group of independent, capable women experienced some of the darkest days of World War II.';The most striking novel about women war workers this war has produced' Elizabeth Bowen

Tom came running up, pulling at his socks, so that there seemed something hiccuping, drunken, in his progress.';We have been cleaning up,' he said cheerfully.Mrs. Oxford winced. These poor children in their menial rolesAnd here came Sarah, with a smut on her cheek.Left in genteel poverty by the death of their father, the Fontayne siblingsSarah, Philly, Christopher, and Tomare shaken when their mother, loving but dizzy, takes a liking to Julian, a widowed neighbour with two children of his own. Sarah becomes infatuated with a thirty-something diplomat. Philly endures being painted by a dull local artist. Julian's daughter Bronwen, a child prodigy who has already published a book, deals with the pressures of a literary life. And, in the end, a valiant attempt is made to revive the decaying, long-neglected ballroom of the family home for Sarah's 18th birthday party. All against a backdrop of the ominous approach of World War II.Evoking Diana Tutton's Guard Your Daughters and Dodie Smith's I Capture the Castle, Beneath the Visiting Moon is both a glittering, funny tale of romance and family life and a brilliant, haunting story of youthful hopes and heartbreaks in a world on the brink of devastating change.';First-rate comedy. What a delightful little world it is that Miss Cavan has created and how truly representative of the time' New York Times

Instinctively Frances fumbled in her handbag for a torch before she faced the lights and the certainty of the lifted black-out. For some time now she had taken streetlighting for granted, but in her present sense of withdrawal she had forgotten.Set just after World War II, Peace, Perfect Peace is a poignant and humorous tale about women readjusting and rebuilding their lives after the upheavals of war. Frances Smallwood has returned from service in the A.T.S. and is staying with her mother-in-law Joanna, who has cared for her two children during the war. Tensions grow, however, as Frances comes to believe Joanna is undermining her relationship with her children for her own selfish reasons. Clare, a young novelist friend of Joanna's, is also pulled into the conflict as she deals with her own writer's block and romantic difficulties.Packed with fascinating details about life in the months just after the war's endrationing, barbed wire entanglements on the beach, and the omnipresence of dust from bombed out buildings (not to mention the difficulties of buying a dress)Kamm's novel also serves up complex, multi-dimensional characters who might be our own friends and neighbours.';The sort of novelist who makes you feel you've known her characters all your life. . . . swift, amusing and natural' Daily Telegraph';The champion debunker of our time . . . an extremely capable and often amusing writer' Daily Mail';Possesses a sense of humour that would give zest to the dullest occupation. Most entertaining and entirely human' Woman's Journal';Mrs. Kamm's chief gift is a quick eye for the little surface peculiarities, follies, selfishnesses of the people she meets' Evening Standard

When I asked the local chemist for lint and disinfectant, he felt it was only fair to allow the first-aid post to claim me. . . . Half a dozen V.A.D.s made a rush at me and treated my small abrasion as though my whole head had been blown off.From an impromptu wedding in the early days of World War II, to a bout with German measles in a hospital reminiscent of a medieval torture chamber, to becoming the first casualty for over-eager V.A.D.s, Verily Anderson's war gets off to a bumpy start. And it doesn't get easier.In this acclaimed memoir, we follow the inimitable Verily and her husband Donald through all the vicissitudes of war, including the unforgettable birth of Verily's first child in the midst of a German bombing raid. By turns hilarious, poignant, and harrowing (and sometimes all three at once), Spam Tomorrow presents a rollicking view of home front life from the perspective of one strong, courageous, and very funny participant.';A new kind of wartime experience new, that is, to literature; the job of marrying and having babies. . . . Those who agree with it will become incurable addicts.' Elizabeth Bowen

';At any rate,' ended Philippa-Dawn, staring up at the garland of silver monsters gently swaying above them in the evening sky, ';at any rate, it'll be a change of Balloons.'Carola Oman's irresistible sequel to Nothing to Report begins with young, perky Philippa-Dawn Johnson, preparing to launch her nursing career at Woodside, the country home now overseen as a hospital by none other than the redoubtable Mary Morrison. Pippa soon encounters other faces familiar to readers of the earlier novel, including Mrs. Bates, whose debilitating rheumatism has been suddenly cured by Hitler, the Dowager Lady Merle, who is ';the living image of Elizabeth Tudor in later life', and the redoubtable historical novelist (and alter-ego of Oman herself?) Rosanna Masquerier, doing war work and encountering bombs with her usual flair.Set in the thick of World War II, Somewhere in England traces Oman's charming and eccentric village characters through unforgettable new muddles, romances, and hilarities on the Home Front. Dean Street Press and Furrowed Middlebrow have also reprinted Nothing to Report.';Delicious fun for the wise and gentle everywhere.' Observer

';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 seance, they are in a mood of amiable scepticism. But the atmosphere swiftly changes when Travers is plunged headlong into a case where he, and Scotland Yard supremo George Wharton, must tussle with murder, suicide and traffickers in forbidden goods. There is action, dry humour, and a more than fair chance for the armchair detective to join in the hunt.The Case of the Happy Medium was originally published in 1952. This new edition features an introduction by crime fiction historian Curtis Evans.';Bush gets better and better . . . And Ludovic Travers is becoming one of our favourite sleuths' San Francisco Chronicle

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 doubled in order to crack even the most baffling case. Yet when sudden death comes to the head of a big firm of grocers in the City, our old friends do find both help and hindrance in unexpected quarters.The Case of the Fourth Detective was originally published in 1951. This new edition features an introduction by crime fiction historian Curtis Evans.

I was thinking of offering Godfrey Prial some sort of partnership. I'm pretty sure now of at least two thingsthat he liked me, and that he'd have accepted. If he'd lived.When Ludovic Travers took over Bill Ellice's Broad Street Detective Agency, he was glad to welcome back from war service the Agency's star operative, Godfrey Prial. But when something happened to Prial whilst holidaying in an East Anglian town, Travers decided that a case was one he must tackle on his own. The trail led him to a year-old murder, the violent death of a retired jeweller, the theft of some particularly valuable diamonds, to a mad old man and to a young lady who didn't somehow ring true. The Case of the Corner Cottage shows Christopher Bush at his most astute and entertaining.The Case of the Corner Cottage was originally published in 1951. This new edition features an introduction by crime fiction historian Curtis Evans.

';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 Stonhill and Peter Wesslake did precisely what I have said, and what's more . . .'So Ludovic Travers says at the opening of a case in which he joins with Bill Ellice and Superintendent George Wharton to solve the mystery of a novelist, his two wives, and a murder that happened contrary to expectationsnot to mention the identity of the Happy Warrior. This is one of Christopher Bush's crispest brain-teasers told in the smooth and friendly Travers manner loved by the author's devotees.The Case of the Happy Warrior was originally published in 1950. This new edition features an introduction by crime fiction historian Curtis Evans.';Christopher Bush is one of the good ones. Although he has written so many mysteries, the strange thing is that they all sound fresh, wide-eyed and dewy, as if he had written hardly any.' New York Herald Tribune

';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 pictures from old churches, and in putting together the facts and defining the motives, Travers comes up with the answerall i's dotted and t's crossed in the solution to a diabolical and absorbing mystery.The Case of the Purloined Picture was originally published in 1949. This new edition features an introduction by crime fiction historian Curtis Evans.';First class mystery reading. A good, well planned plot and even better told.' Minneapolis Tribune

';I have an idea that a certain man is going to commit murder. He told me soin 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 might have noticed what happened to the housekeeper's hair. It is even less likely he would have uncovered those dark deeds that took place in France, deeds that led to three violent deaths.The Case of the Housekeeper's Hair was originally published in 1948. This new edition features an introduction by crime fiction historian Curtis Evans.';Christopher Bush is one of the good ones. Although he has written so many mysteries, the strange thing is that they all sound fresh, wide-eyed and dewy, as if he had written hardly any.' New York Herald Tribune

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 up murdered, and in a most peculiar way. Travers, and his Scotland Yard supremo Superintendent Wharton, are not officially connected with the case, but still co-operate with the local police. The solution will be as ingenious as the mystery is baffling.The Case of the Haven Hotel was originally published in 1948. This new edition features an introduction by crime fiction historian Curtis Evans.';Christopher Bush is one of the good ones. Although he has written so many mysteries, the strange thing is that they all sound fresh, wide-eyed and dewy, as if he had written hardly any.' New York Herald Tribune

Why should a holidaymaker, sitting to enjoy a game of village cricket, suddenly meet with death in the shape of a flying bullet?That most English of sporting pastimes: a cricket match between two rivalrous village teams. The game has just ended in a closely fought draw, and the village green is emptied of all spectators, bar one. A dead man is found sitting in a deck chair on the boundary line, clearly shot during the match. The man is a stranger, with no obvious clue to his identity or that of his killer. Nobody has seen or heard the shot fired. The local police are baffled, and call in Scotland Yard. Enter Dr. Manson, investigative detective par excellence, to solve a seemingly impossible crime.Murder Isn't Cricket was originally published in 1946. This new edition includes an introduction by crime fiction historian Nigel Moss.';A front-rank place among contemporary writers of crime fiction . . . There is no flagging in the technique of either the authors or of the Doctor' Western Morning News

In September 1967, the Beatles came to Tonypandy, South Wales, and spent six days with Tom Morris of 23 Upper Chemical Terrace In August 1967, the Beatles were stunned by the death of their manager and mentor Brian Epstein. In the immediate aftermath, John, Paul, George and Ringo sought comfort in the low-key company of a middle-aged Welshman and in their new but obsessive hobby of racing pigeons. All was well, until the Maharishi arrived to put the cat among them Elsewhere, in ';Dylan Goes Electric', an alternative sixties is evoked, where modernist poets rule the pop charts; ';Villa Nellcte' depicts the Rolling Stones' former south-of-France mansion today, where a small-time local playboy is still busy with the visiting groupies; and the title character in ';';Crazy' Luke Dober' becomes the most tragically fated, yet somehow overlooked, man in the history of rock'n'roll.Euron Griffith's writing sits in a special and dream-like place between immaculate pop documentary and minimal short story telling. Evocative and imaginative, The Beatles in Tonypandy is a must for Fab Four fanatics who think they've read it all. It carves out unique territory that thumps the funny bone and touches the heart.';A delicious vision of the psychedelic Beatles in a parallel universe, part satire and part rural comedy.' -- Peter Doggett, author of You Never Give Me Your Money';Beautifully written, warm and captivating stories that will make you smile.' -- Huw Stephens, BBC Radio 1';Probably the most important music book ever, especially for Beatles and Dylan scholars. Sorry Mr Davies and Mr Lewisohn and Mr Scaduto and Mr Shelton but you have just been gazumped.' -- Paolo Hewitt'Fond, psychedelic short stories that are rooted in fact - the Beatles, Dylan, the Stones - and evolve into softly comic fiction. The real tales have all been told but Euron Griffith has delightfully invented some new ones' -- Mark Ellen

Who would suspect her of a sense of fun and irony, of a passionate love for beauty and the power to drag it from its hidden places? Who could imagine that Miss Mole had pictured herself, at different times, as an explorer in strange lands, as a lady wrapped in luxury and delicate garments, as the mother of adorably naughty children and the inspiringly elusive mistress of a poet?Hannah Mole is a forty-ish spinster, haunted by her past and drifting from post to post-now a governess, now a companion for elderly women. She rarely lingers long due to a slightly troubled relationship with the truth, a tendency to speak her mind, and a fundamental mistrust of others. But Hannah's darker instincts are tempered by a stubborn self-respect and a surprising ability to find joy and inspiration in ordinary life. When she returns to her home town of Radstowe and takes an unpromising job in the home of the stuffy, widowed Reverend Corder and his daughters, she finds a situation in which her unique characteristics are not only appreciated but essential.In Miss Mole, winner of the James Tait Black Memorial Prize in 1930, E.H. Young created her most complex, unlikely, yet imminently lovable heroine in a tale packed with rich characters, brilliant humour, and quiet triumph.