Pat and Jean Abbott, visiting relatives in a rich oil town, are
called on to clear a pretty air-line hostess, Sally Carroll, who is suspected
of having murdered her old beau. By the time the Abbotts arrive on the scene,
there has been a curious change of policy: nobody wants them on the case, not
the cousin and heir of the dead man, not his widow, and especially not the
sheriff. Perversely, they decide to stay.
Pat is shot at by a man who is
supposed to be helping them, and Jean is buried in an abandoned well by a woman
who claims to be on their side. Then a car they think is a friend’s crashes
them into a ditch. Nevertheless they stick with the job until they come up with
a solution that is both surprising and satisfying—but they cannot prevent the
killer from claiming a second victim.
“Pro Handling”—The Saturday
“Congenial and confiding.”—Kirkus
As they drive away in low gear, Pat attempts to negotiate the treacherous hill from the ranch to the Rio Grande. The gorge below seems like a gruesome black gash. Then, without warning, their car plummets madly toward the river’s brink, crashing to a dizzy, roaring halt.
The Man in Gray was published in the United
Kingdom as The Gray Stranger
“ ‘Now, what’s an enologist?’ I asked the
dog. In reply he began to bark furiously and rushed at the front door. He
yowled as if in panic.”
An enologist is one who studies wine.
Daniel Vincent Willoz was one who studied wine until someone put a murderous
end to his enological practices. As is often the case, Willoz spent too much
time on enology and too little on toxicology. The good news is that Jean and
Pat Abbott are present to solve this fiendishly complex murder puzzle set in
In exotic Tangier, the well-known husband
and wife team of Pat and Jean Abbott discover that international drug
trafficking, plus greed and intrigue, invariably spell catastrophe for those
And very bad luck for a number of
free-loading beachcombers and expatriates who’d just about convinced themselves
that they never had it so good.
Jack Ivers, an urban sophisticate with a particular fondness for wealthy women, lies peacefully in his bed, dead. This scenario is greatly convenient for the woman who finds him, as she was on the scene to kill him herself. More curious, the thirteen red tulips she noticed entering Ivers’ home had been replaced by thirteen white tulips before she made her exit.
A number of people had good reason to want Jack Ivers dead, and naturally it falls to Jean and Pat Abbott to solve the confounding case.
“Amusing and sophisticated.”—The [London] Star
“Fashion hints all over place. Smooth.”—The Saturday Review
“…has an authentic-seeming San Francisco background for the activities of its two happily married young sleuths and their dachshund, and is strong on personal relations, colour, dress and dialogue, and very nearly as strong on clues.”—The Sphere
“Brightly-told excitement, with good dressing and good food as you go along.”—Lady