Even down in New Zealand, war-fueled spy fever is running wild when strange lights and signals being sent out to sea are sighted. There must be a spy in their midst! More mystery arises when one of the health-seekers meets his demise in the mud baths.
There’s never a dull moment at the Vulcan, from the leading lady’s liaison to the harassment of an inadequate actress. But vanity and hysterics, suspicion and superstition, brandy and jealousy, are upstaged by a death on opening night.
Red-hot jazz meets cold-blooded murder. It’s lucky that Inspector Roderick Alleyn is in the audience. Now Alleyn must follow a confusing score that features a chorus of family and friends desperate to hide the truth and perhaps shelter a murderer in their midst.
The killer sees himself as an artist and a preserver of youth and vitality through the medium of film. Now Lieutenant Eve Dallas is on his trail.
Flossie Rubrick, a highly opinionated and influential Member of the New Zealand Parliament, was last seen heading off to one of the storage sheds on her sheep farm. Three weeks later, she turned up dead and packed in a bale of her own wool. What happened on the night of her disappearance?
Lieutenant Eve Dallas discovers that a ritualistic serial killer’s victims are traced to New York’s most posh dating service, Personally Yours.
A young New Zealander’s first contact with her English gentry friends in London is the body of Lord Wutherford – with a meat skewer through the eye. The Lampreys had hoped for cash from Uncle Gabriel, instead Chief Inspector Alleyn has to work out which of them killed him.