Saturday, November 29, 2014

You're Lonely When You're Dead by James Hadley Chase

Her Kisses Were A Prelude To Death

"Don't you ever play?"
Anita Pitts voice was low and husky "Sure," said Malloy, "but not with the wives of my clients." Anita smiled mockingly. She moved close to him and put her arms around his neck. "My husband doesn't care a fig for me." she purred. Before Malloy could stop her she was kissing him with cool, experienced lips. Vic Malloy, private cop, had been hired by millionaire John Pitt to watch his wife, Anita. So far it seemed like a routine case of a doting husband trying to keep his kleptomaniac wife out of trouble Suddenly Anita vanished, and one of Vic's aides was brutally killed And Pitt denied that he ever hired Malloy. Then Malloy found that his case of wife spying had all at once become a deadly tangle of blackmail, blonde dynamite, and Murder!

Printing History
Written by René Lodge Brabazon Raymond (1906-1985)

copyright 1950
Duel Sloan, and Pearce

Popular Library
October 1951

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