: Herbert Adams
: Rafat Allam
: Death of a Viewer
: Al-Mashreq eBookstore
: 9787395911357
: 1
: CHF 5,70
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: Science Fiction, Fantasy
: English
: 280
: DRM
: PC/MAC/eReader/Tablet
: ePUB
Death of a Viewer by Herbert Adams is a classic murder mystery that unravels within the glamorous world of television. When a prominent television critic is found dead under suspicious circumstances, the case quickly grabs the public's attention. With a list of suspects that includes everyone from jealous colleagues to powerful media moguls, the investigation takes unexpected twists and turns. As the detective digs deeper, hidden rivalries and dark secrets emerge, making it clear that nothing in the world of television is as it seems. Will the killer be unmasked before they strike again? Dive into this gripping whodunit filled with suspense and intrigue.

Herbert Adams (1874-1958) was a British author known for his mystery and detective novels. He wrote over 50 novels, primarily in the 'whodunit' genre, featuring recurring characters such as amateur detectives Jimmie Haswell and Roger Bennion. His works were popular for their lighthearted tone, intricate plots, and charming settings, often revolving around golf and country life. Adams was a well-regarded figure in early 20th-century crime fiction, appealing to readers who enjoyed cozy mysteries.

1. Conspiracy


"Sandra, we are broke."

"More than usual?"

"Infinitely more. Finally, definitely and completely broke."

"What is it--cards or racing?"

"Both, and something on the Stock Exchange. I am sorry, darling, but never in my life have I known such damnable ill-luck. Everything at once. To get square I plunged on Last Chance for the big race. It was a cert and it won. But the jockey was disqualified. That put the lid on."

There was no reply. The room was luxurious rather than poverty-stricken and the two people in it showed no signs of penury. It was an apartment in a South Kensington hotel. Not perhaps the most fashionable quarter in that area--if there is one--but its charges were high and its appointments adequate.

The man perched on the arm of a well-padded settee looked less rueful than his words might have suggested. He had good features and dark wavy hair. He was in evening clothes of the latest style, complete except that he had not yet donned his"tails.” His trousers, shirt and shoes left nothing to be desired. The girl, sitting in front of the mirror, was using her lipstick. Over her dainty underwear she had a quilted, silken bed jacket, partially fastened. The dress she was to wear lay on the bed. From his perch the man could see her reflection in the glass, the curves of her neck and the fine contours of her breasts. He could also see himself. They were in fact as good-looking a couple as one could easily find. He noted with pleasure, as he always did, her feminine sh