Classic detectives

“Somewhere in Brompton or Kensington there is an endlessly long street with tall and rich, but mostly empty houses, like an alley of tombs. Even the steps le...

“Father Brown was not in the mood for adventure. He had recently fallen ill from overwork, and when he began to recover, his friend Flambeau took the priest ...

“Some of the great roads running north from London stretch far out of the city, like exhausted and sparse ghosts of streets, with huge gaps in development, b...

“The village of Bowen Beacon is nestled on a hill with slopes so steep that the tall spire of the village church seemed like the peak of a small mountain. Ne...

Private investigator Joe Alex, together with Scotland Yard police inspector Ben Parker, are trying to unravel a mysterious murder committed in the theater wh...

“Edward Nutt, the industrious editor of the Daily Reformer, sat at his desk, opening letters, and correcting proofs to the cheerful tune of a typewriter, on ...

“It's one of those frosty and empty days at the beginning of winter when the color of gold seems silver and the silver fades to pewter. If the day was gloomy...

“The Crescent Hotel was conceived as a romantic place, living up to its name, and the events that took place there were also romantic in their own way. If an...

“The forest’s thousands of hands were gray, and its millions of fingers were silver. Bright and dim stars in the dark sky of a greenish-blue slate sparkled a...

“A young man in breeches, with a cheerful and energetic expression on his face, was playing golf with himself on a course that was located parallel to the sa...

“A man with the sad name of Muggleton wandered along the sunny seaside embankment with appropriate despondency. He frowned with concern, and the numerous gro...