Take A Murder, Darling

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Man, oh, man, she was slaying me, inch by inch — smile by smile!

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Strip For Murder (1957)

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“Just the facts, ma’am. The bare facts.”

1959 cover, also by Baryé Phillips, is here.

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The Scrambled Yeggs (Original Title: Pattern for Murder)

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Shell Scott mixes up

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Everybody Had A Gun

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Shell Scott knew what he stood to lose — his life. That’s all, brother — his life

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Case of the Vanishing Beauty

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Meet Shell Scott, Fast with a Gun or Gal, Fast with the Answer for Murder, Too…

A gorgeous chick had flown the coop. Could Shell Scott bring her home to roost before the killers clipped her wings?

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Three’s A Shroud

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Three for the money — three Shell Scotts, that is — and each a rip-roaring caper

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Dance With The Dead

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Private Eye say: Lady with too fancy front sometimes plain murder behind

From the back:

Bottoms Up

There were twelve of them. Bottoms, that is. Au naturale. The most eye-wrecking collection of derrières ever to pop out of a printed page. The “Wow” pin-up girls… one for each month of the year. No faces, no names, not even swaddling clothes — just September, October, December, like that.

Man, you should have seen January. Every inch a torrid zone. And wouldn’t you know I’d get to work through the whole calender? Well, they don’t call me Shell Scott for nothing. Nosirree. I get paid for this kind of work. One of these luscious young pin-ups had the clue to a headline murder right on her little old back page. Four freckles. You think looking for a needle in a haystack is something?

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Darling, It’s Death

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She was the promise of delight and almost the finish of Shell Scott

Three different covers for the same book, all by Baryé Phillips.

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The Kubla Khan Caper

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From the back:

Shell Scott, anyone?

This one starts when a man named Ormand Monaco decides to celebrate the opening of his posh hotel, in Palm Desert, the Kubla Khan, by staging a beauty contest and instead ends up with a couple of murders, Naturally he calls up you know who.

Now a private eye of sterner stuff might have gone about it in a more resolute fashion-clues, interrogations, finger-prints, all that jazz. But there were lovelies everywhere. There was expense account booze. There was a movie star named Misty Lombard, who was fully as delicious as her name, and there was also Lyssa Weldon, who, at the crucial moment of coming out of the shower to answer her door, dropped her towel not once but three times!

And this may be the only tale of deduction in which the protagonist solves the two baffling crimes while under the bed, waiting for the room to become less heavily populated!

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Way of a Wanton (1957)

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Another Shell Scott safari into the land of guys, gals and guns

“There was a fire in her eyes that was scorching me — me, Shell Scott, the private eye who couldn’t tell whether a dame wanted to kiss me, or kill me!”

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Slab Happy

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“Shell Scott,” she cried. “I could love you to death!” And me? I’d like to die like that.

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Vulkane der Leidenschaft [Take a Murder, Darling]

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Dutch (I think) publication of this book

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Dead Man’s Walk

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It was murder, all right — but was it voodoo too?

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Way of a Wanton (1952)

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Here’s Shell Scott — blowing up a blizzard of violence

The 1957 edition is here

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