Herbert Wynne didnt have the guts to kill himself, and
an accidental bullet in the forehead seemed unlikely.
Then the only explanation was murder. But how could
it be when the only possible suspect was Herberts frail
Aunt Juliet who wouldnt get out of bed if her own life
depended on it? Spending a weekend in Juliets isolated
country mansion might uncover the mystery of the grisly
crime. If there was a sleuth brave enough to attempt it...
Hired as Juliets private duty nurse, Miss Pinkerton
already had grave suspicions. Why did the maid seem
so terrified of every dark corner? If Juliet was so
sickly, then where did she spirit off to in the dead of
night? With no one else in the house, who was the
stranger lurking at the top of the stairs? And if
a mad killer was on the loose, then who would be
targeted as his next victim?
an accidental bullet in the forehead seemed unlikely.
Then the only explanation was murder. But how could
it be when the only possible suspect was Herberts frail
Aunt Juliet who wouldnt get out of bed if her own life
depended on it? Spending a weekend in Juliets isolated
country mansion might uncover the mystery of the grisly
crime. If there was a sleuth brave enough to attempt it...
Hired as Juliets private duty nurse, Miss Pinkerton
already had grave suspicions. Why did the maid seem
so terrified of every dark corner? If Juliet was so
sickly, then where did she spirit off to in the dead of
night? With no one else in the house, who was the
stranger lurking at the top of the stairs? And if
a mad killer was on the loose, then who would be
targeted as his next victim?
First published in 1932. Somewhat old-fashioned, but interesting mystery.
