Private eye Ellery Queen helps Hollywood lovely solve murder mystery
“Yeah, I’m Chester Drum, the guy who takes murder for breakfast.”
An Original American Novel
Terror Stalked The Essex Estate — Where Threatening Letters Were Found In Locked Rooms, And Beautiful Women Died Suddenly
From the back:
She was a full-blown brunette in a bandanna halter that just barely covered the essentials. The non-essentials were very impressive, too. This was just the kind of case Shayne could enjoy. Keeping an eye on a dish like this and getting paid for it. He could have hopped from his balcony to hers, but he politely made a date for later. This wasn’t work, it was pleasure. A short-lived pleasure. For when Shayne finally got to her room that night, he knew he had waited too long. The lady had run out of time, and the date had been canceled—by murder.
She tried to take his mind off Murder!