That evening the down train from London deposited at the little country station of Ramsdon but a single passenger, a man of middle height, shabbily dressed, with broad shoulders and long arms and a most unusual breadth and depth of chest. Of his face...
“Why should anyone want to pinch the dagger -- except to do somebody in?”No one answered this question.Item: one anonymous phone call reporting a murder at a historic country house " but no body is to be found. Item: one ornate antique knife, d...
It all starts with a stroke of incredibly good luck -- Detective-Inspector Bobby Owen and his wife, Olive, find an almost perfect home in the country to rent. But then they meet the neighbors, including Miss Bellamy, whose piano stylings seem to affe...
Description The body of a brilliant woman journalist is recovered from the wreck of a burning car. It is soon discovered that the smash did not kill her; she was dead already, shot by a Browning automatic that was found near by. Superintendent Mitche...
Description Mr. Sargent, the manager of the Brush Hill Central Cinema, wished he had never held a Beauty Competition. Caroline Mears, the predicted winner, had already caused trouble with one of the other girls. Paul Irwin, a strong Puritan and influ...
Description In his London townhouse, city magnate Sir Christopher Clarke is found lying murdered. At the other end of the house his safe hangs open and rifled, and earlier in the day he had visited his solicitors in order to make a drastic change in ...
Description Con Conway, the notorious cat burglar, was not the kind of person to be scared out of his wits for nothing. So it seemed odd to Sergeant Bobby Owen, when he met Con quite by chance rushing, terrified, along a road in the Brush Hill distri...
Description What could be more innocent than a crossword puzzle? A game to while away an idle hour, a diversion for the lonely. And yet its cunning formula could still be turned to sinister purpose. The curious crossword devised by Mr. George Wintert...
Bobby Owen is on a mission of unusual delicacy, finding himself conducting an investigation which involves his own titled but impecunious family. This time the cards were stacked against Bobby. He knew full well the cause of his cousin's mysterio...
Description Police officer Bobby Owen is a weekend guest at Lady Cambers's majestic country pile, there to advise on security following recent burglary scares. But when the lady of the house disappears, her bed unslept-in, it's a case of murd...
When an old acquaintance of Bobby Owen's from Oxford days turns up out of the blue, he needs help. Bobby little suspects that investigating the sinister enclave of 'Dictator's Way' will quickly set in train a series of momentous events, involving Bob...
'The hour of dusk was the climax in the strange case of the man found dead in the chalk pit. Who was the murdered man? And why did so many clues lead to that infamous London nightclub, the 'Cut and Come Again'? E.R. Punshon leads the redoubtable Se...
DescriptionWho killed Mr. Jessop? Who stole the Fellows necklace? Who attacked Hilda May? The web of suspicion encompasses a dealer in 'hot goods', respected jewellers, a millionaire, an ex-pugilist, a playboy, members of the nobility, a hard-boiled ...
"You see," Miss Kayne said, "I committed a murder once myself."Miss Kayne's proud boast to Detective-Sergeant Bobby Owen is that she has committed the Perfect Murder - a crime with no clues. Bobby thinks at first it is a macabre joke, but before long...
“You think it’s murder, don’t you?”
“There is no proof of that as yet, sir,” Bobby answered cautiously.
“No, I know, but it’s what you think,” Glynne answered. After a pause, he added: “So do I.”
Viscount...
Perhaps the victim had not been unconscious but had known her fate, had sent upwards from the black pit a cry that none but murderers had heard.
Bobby takes the rare opportunity for a holiday - albeit a working one. Prompted by his fiancEe ...
“Know him?” he asked.
Bobby was for a moment too surprised to answer. He had thought of every one else but not of the man whose dead face now was staring up at him.
“Yes. I know him,” he said.
Bobby Owen’s fiancée a...
"I'll have breakfast ready before you're dressed," Olive said, her mind full of bacon and eggs, tea, toast.
"Can't stop," Bobby told her. "I've to be at Castle Wych at once."
"What's happened there?"
"Murder," Bobby answered a...
“I wouldn’t come any nearer if I were you. It’s not a thing to see unless you have to.”
The remote Conqueror Inn, possibly the oldest licensed house in England, has an unexpectedly key role to play in World War Two. Lorry drivers, ar...
Late in the afternoon a man, unidentified, had been seen to throw a glove into the Midwych, Wychshire and Southern Canal...
Osman Ford said he would kill the lawyer Mr. Anderson. So when the latter is found dead, with a bullet in the back, ...
"Ode to a chocolate," murmured Bobby.
Olive, Inspector Bobby Owen's wife, is on a mission to obtain the recipe for some uncommonly good chocolates. But the most innocent beginning means trouble for Bobby Owen: take one wood-dwelling hermit,...
"I don't like it, Olive. No good, plain evidence, not so much as the smell of a fingerprint. Nothing but psychology and an atmosphere of doubt, menace, and suspicion."
Bobby Owen's latest case begins with him warily lending five shillings t...
Bobby Owen stood for a time in silence, looking down thoughtfully at the dead man's face. A small, insignificant face, lacking even that touch of repose and dignity which death, even violent death, so often gives, and one that Bobby had never seen...
"Give me gossip or Sherlock Holmes, and I take gossip every time. The detective's first aid and ever present help in time of doubt."
Why should anyone want to murder a man like Alfred Brown? Yet slain he was, in his own home and with a poke...
“I’ve got to hurry,” Bobby said. “Mr Weston has been found dead from a knife-wound in his study.”
It's not easy for a county police Inspector to handle prominent local citizens diplomatically, while getting on with the real work of...
Deep in bucolic Wychshire something dreadful is stirring …
The disappearance of a club-footed and inquisitive youth leads to a tangle involving two instances of stolen jewels, a water-colour which may be the most remarkable picture ever p...
With a slow gesture of one lifted hand, Bobby pointed. There, in a space between the prostrate stag and posturing goddess, was a human leg, a twisted, motionless leg in a strained, unnatural position.
Bobby Owen, now Deputy Chief Constable o...
“It’s murder all right; no one could bash his own head in the way this chap’s was.”The stranger’s body was discovered by businesswoman Mrs Holcombe, the unofficial queen of Pending Dale. As if there wasn’t enough gossip rife in the villag...
The stage was set, Bobby thought, the actors in position; but how the drama would develop, that he could not even guess.The churchyard at Hillings-under-Moor is the final resting place of Janet Merton " buried, so everyone believes, along with cele...
“You called him a ‘wrong ’un’. Why? Birds of a feather know each other? Is that the idea? Or do you really know something about him? Oh, and don’t lie.”Commander Bobby Owen of the Yard is on his way to visit Willoughby Wynne, concerning a...
At that moment the door opened and a deep, harsh, husky voice said:“Discussing my murder, are you?”Bobby Owen of Scotland Yard and his wife Olive are busy bargain-hunting in a famous London department store. But a shopping expedition nearly turns...
“There’s a spot of trouble this morning. Old gentleman found dead in his bath.”Bobby answered: “there may be one chance in a million it’s natural death.”When the notorious gangster Cy King was imprisoned thanks to Commander Bobby Owen’s...
“You’re the murder man, aren’t you?” Mrs. James demanded.“Well, that’s not exactly how I describe myself,” Bobby answered.Bobby Owen and his wife Olive are on holiday, enjoying a motor tour of England, when they visit Bobby’s old ance...
“What happens,” Bobby asked, “when a woman with an irresistible attraction for men, and the man with an irresistible attraction for women, meet? When glamour meets glamour . . . ?”“Lummy,” said the superintendent.A seemingly innocent youn...
“The poor devil’s mouth was filled with feathers. An unconscious man with his mouth full of feathers wouldn’t have had much chance of surviving, and this one didn’t.”The press gleefully dubbed it the ‘Banquet Murder’. The murdered man, ...
Bobby studied the Rembrandt intently, with his own strange intensity of gaze that seemed as if by sheer strength of will it could force all secrets to reveal themselves.Commander Bobby Owen receives a visit from private detective Marmaduke Groan. Gro...