Cold! Steel! Justice!!!

Ten million dollars to be divided equitably among the departed Grandfather Hunter's remaining family, with a proviso being, in proper legal terms, that the entire ten million dollars was to be held in trust for the exclusive use of Senorita Fogarty her lifetime, and for the lifetime of her pups (Senorita Fogarty being a Chihuahua of questionable breeding) and for the lifetime of her pup's pups, etc., etc. Only upon the death of Senorita Fogarty and her pups (if any) would the inheritance go to the family.

'Tis plain to see that the life of Senorita Fogarty wasn’t worth two cents, much less ten million dollars. But to the rescue! Our senorita is to be protected by the Crumps, Grandfather Hunter's trusted servants. And did we forget to mention that the erstwhile heirs are a rather bungling, ineffectual lot?

Will Senorita Fogarty outwit the scheming Hunter family? Will the Hunters regain the birthright that is undeniably theirs (all ten million dollars' worth)? Will the Crumps . . . oh, forget it - just read the book!

When Donald Lawson, successful mystery-story writer, is murdered, suspects include almost everyone who ever knew him. He was a man who had no friends and deserved to have none. After his death, it was discovered that he had abandoned his wife, betrayed his friends, and double-crossed every human being he had ever encountered.

The only one who ever had a kind word for him was his editor, Molly Mellinger, supposedly the number one mystery editor in New York. It is she who helps Detective Boos of the New York Police Department track down every clue and muddle through to a solution—but not before there is another murder.

• Irinia Corning, Molly’s beautiful assistant, who had been involved in a homicide several years earlier and had hidden that fact very successfully until now—a fact which Lawson had been about to reveal.
• Two night club entertainers who make a specialty of insulting comedy, one of whom had a reason for being jealous of Lawson and who was a fantastic mimic—which may have helped to establish an alibi.
• Donald’s upstairs neighbor, an almost midget-like man, with a weakness for very tall sexpots.
• A very tall sexpot, who had been Lawson’s girlfriend and was currently mixed up in Oriental mumbo-jumbo.

Complications pile up endlessly, and Molly herself is in deadly peril before the surprising solution is reached.

The first published novel of Orrie Hitt!

Nicky Weaver is an insurance man with a policy of loving women. Each Monday he goes out to collect money for the insurance he’s sold, he conducts business with a bevy of beautiful ladies. Young girls, widows, and the wife of a sketchy artist working the pornography circuit who just might be the ticket to ill-gotten money.

Olga was the sexy young wife of an old millionaire. She wore black painted toenails, a small black Luger, and very little else.

Anabel was a talented stripper with an act that drove the customers wild. She wore nothing at all—and got rich that way.

When private eye Peter Chambers investigates a strange death and stranger blackmail, he winds up in a deadly duel with hoods, racketeers, vice-lords, and two females who are sheer murder!

The femme was fatal

She was rich, red-haired and ready for anything. Her name was Fidelia and she was a tempting bit of woman even without the three million dollars she was to inherit. Only wherever she went - and she went everywhere - murder seemed to follow.

That’s how I came into the picture. My name is Joe Puma. I’m a private investigator.

.She hired me to scare off the wolves. I’m big for my age, handy with my fists and a fool for trouble - especially when it looks at me the way Fidelia did. It wasn’t any picnic, though.

Three million bucks wrapped in a prize package like Fidelia was powerful bait. Deadly, in fact. But some guys were just too greedy. They wouldn’t give up even if it killed them - or me.

Johnny Liddell, private investigator, is not accustomed to a quiet life. But life was never less quiet for him than after he was called in by Celeste Pierce, a redhead who is giving several famous bosomy blondes a run for their money. Everything was going swimmingly for Celeste until she was blackmailed by Bare Facts, a magazine which had some bare facts about Celeste from her girl-in-the-pie period. She is willing to pay for pictures and films, and Johnny sets off to get them back.

Unfortunately for Johnny’s peace of mind, impetuous Celeste goes off herself to see Murray Carter, the unattractive publisher of the unattractive periodical. The next day she is found dead in his apartment, and someone has obviously lent a helping hand since there is a bullet hole in the back of his skull. Johnny is given forty-eight hours and a free hand by the police to check on other blackmailers of Bare Facts. His search leads him everywhere from a Harlem dope joint to a boxers' hangout, with trouble all the way. He finally solves the riddle, no thanks to anybody but himself.

I never knew what trouble was until she came back into my life and started fanning the flames on an old torch.

“I need you, Lee,” she said. Then she looked up at me with those wonderful, burning dark eyes of hers and I fell into them just like I always did—like it was yesterday and we were crazy in love on Cloud 13.

Only it was today. Only she already had a husband. Only he was missing. She wanted me to find him before he found her—and killed her.

There were holes in her story. There were holes in my head, too. Because I bought every word of it.

Bang! The next thing I knew I was head over heels in a mess of corpses, killers, and wild, wild women.

Trouble is a redhead

Lydia had a problem, and she dumped it right in Johnny Liddell's lap, along with her own million dollar body. She was very luscious - but somebody had something on her that was very ugly, and even more expensive.

Johnny told her not to pay off the blackmailers. Dollars to doomsday, she would just be buying her own corpse on the installment plan. And after one good look at all of Lydia, Johnny definitely wanted her alive and warm . . .